Kiri_Giry
08-03-2009, 03:47 AM
Here are so poems I wrote but remind of the Phantom/Christine situation. I hope you like them.
A Smile
A smile,
One single smile,
And my whole day was turned around.
A tear,
One single tear,
And my life is wrong all upside down.
They said to me to never look back,
That someday,
Maybe one day,
I would fly away.
Mist
I’m like a mist,
When you think you’ve got me I’m gone.
Some can fly and some just fall,
My wings are broken so I’m done.
I’m like river,
My flow can grab you and pull you along.
Some can swim and some just sink,
You’ve still got a chance so lets float away.
Love
The world is begging for love,
Like a poor man on the streets.
It’s our savior in the last fading hour,
And our hope when we’re scared and alone.
The world wants more love,
Like a newborn wants milk.
We want to drink up what we can while it’s there,
No matter how painful the thirst may be after.
The world is filled with love,
Like an ice cool glass of tea.
Welcoming and sweet,
Its taste lasts for so long.
Read Me (A Monologue of Erik's mind)
Read this poem,
Read about me.
Read into my sorrow.
Read into my pain.
Read into…
Read into…
Read into my sobs.
And my words being choked out by force.
Read in to my tears,
A note in each one.
Read into my habitats,
Protection from pain,
My only worry.
Read into…
Read into…
Just read.
For I’m bleeding,
And I’m begging,
And I’m needing,
And I can’t stop cry,
And I can’t stop writing,
And I’m dying.
In my own way,
I’m losing it all,
Sad face,
Sad voice,
Read this poem,
Read into me.
Hope you like them.
A Smile
A smile,
One single smile,
And my whole day was turned around.
A tear,
One single tear,
And my life is wrong all upside down.
They said to me to never look back,
That someday,
Maybe one day,
I would fly away.
Mist
I’m like a mist,
When you think you’ve got me I’m gone.
Some can fly and some just fall,
My wings are broken so I’m done.
I’m like river,
My flow can grab you and pull you along.
Some can swim and some just sink,
You’ve still got a chance so lets float away.
Love
The world is begging for love,
Like a poor man on the streets.
It’s our savior in the last fading hour,
And our hope when we’re scared and alone.
The world wants more love,
Like a newborn wants milk.
We want to drink up what we can while it’s there,
No matter how painful the thirst may be after.
The world is filled with love,
Like an ice cool glass of tea.
Welcoming and sweet,
Its taste lasts for so long.
Read Me (A Monologue of Erik's mind)
Read this poem,
Read about me.
Read into my sorrow.
Read into my pain.
Read into…
Read into…
Read into my sobs.
And my words being choked out by force.
Read in to my tears,
A note in each one.
Read into my habitats,
Protection from pain,
My only worry.
Read into…
Read into…
Just read.
For I’m bleeding,
And I’m begging,
And I’m needing,
And I can’t stop cry,
And I can’t stop writing,
And I’m dying.
In my own way,
I’m losing it all,
Sad face,
Sad voice,
Read this poem,
Read into me.
Hope you like them.