Whenever I close my eyes, their faces come to me
the good times we had, always haunt me
my heart is always hurt, because they left me
and the day we said goodbye, is always cursed by me.
I wish I never met them, but I guess that was fate
so I wish it lasted for ever, that's the day we met
I remember their smiles, they were like of lovers in a date
my friends I treasure them, and are always my great.
Alice was good, but I think Agnes was the best
apart from those two, the rest were the best
this tear are theirs, because they were my dearest
I miss them so much, can you help Mr. president?
The last stanza is for monic, and my dearest Ruth
although it's a sin, killing for them is worth
my love for them, can only be described as mammoth
because they give me a reason to live, even if life is uncouth
Categories:
monic, best friend, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Stylised in passion...
Emotions free fall, fall free...
The symbol in a whisper...
When emotion follows me...
Like a door bell, or knock, at minds door...
Emotion with vision...
Invited in, renewed rapport...
With smile, laughter or cry...
...On wings of a Monic butterfly...
...all colours bare core feeling...
...All feeling realised...
...With rainbow above snow...
...All feeling understood...
...Light bringer...
Stylised in passion...
...emotion with vision...
...When emotion understood...
Categories:
monic, art, faith,
Form: Epic