a young man with the dream to be a king,
his parents love for one another was inspiring,
he thought maybe one day i could find a girl so sweet,
and when that day came he was so happy it felt like a dream,
but after two years the dreams changed,
woke up one morning and she said it didn't feel the same,
he tried to work it out and become her lover again,
that's when he realized they simply had a difference in brains,
but god damn he was so deep in love,
he was so torn up he forgot how to eat and stuff,
his father said son time heals all wounds i know its tough,
only now do I admit this truth is so rough,
two years of my life now turned into a lesson,
what i thought was for life had abruptly ended,
i sat itching my head with them tears never ending,
a generation in desire for someone else's attention,
never giving up love and faith is my direction,
i try to go forth each and every day to send that message,
for the lost souls i look like i cant see their wreckage,
trust me i can see the pain you gained from hurtful intentions,
yeah, trust me... I see every eye's rejection...
pretty face promise me you wont stop searching,
promise me you wont pop pills in the hopes to suppress your hurting
I've been given strength to realize love is not always a burden
don't take it the wrong way from long days, you always deserve it
never giving up love and faith is my direction,
i try to go forth each and every day to send that message,
for the lost souls i look like i cant see their wreckage,
trust me i can see the pain you gained from hurtful intentions,
yeah, trust me... I see every face that has aggression...
The poem really speaks to me once we hit the "two year" mark. maybe that's because it transitions from first to third?
ReplyDeletethe one rhyme that didn't work for me is the "different brains" -- I'm not sure it matches the rest of the tone and feels a bit forced...
But, again, once we get intobthe second half, you really delivers some powerful themes!
"into the" not "intobthe" -- I blame my iPad :)
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