I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
Time flies and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only th
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
