"He comes to shake my hand; locking my palm in a grip of iron. One can only wonder why he chooses to hold me so firmly; in what is such a powerful vice of muscle and flesh? Is it my hand he intends to crush with this brutal grasp? Or is it the aspirations he believes I still hold for his woman? Could it be more? Could he actually be so foolish as to think it even possible to crush my very love for her with only but his fingers? HA!! Such is the reasoning of this simple fool. Let me assure you my friend, both hands and more will break before that day!"
I was in love, but not with you
You thought you hurt me, made me cry
But I was in love with another guy
You told me you loved me, but that wasn't true
But guess what PIMP, I played you too! =)
This is a good poem!
The saddest thing I see—
People who walk, not knowing where they are
Wanderers, dropped on this earth by mistake
Empty eyes, like pebbles, dropped in a lake.
They see only images
A dim outline in the fog of appearance.
Like words that you’ve said so many times they have no meaning
These people are just clones
With shadows of who they could have been.
Of whom they are not.
Is there a cure for those who do not care?
Is there a way to save all of the lonely people of this world who don’t know who they are?
Is there a way to help the people who don’t know they need it?
The cure is love.
By Nono (me)