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Allen, 21 november 2011

I cry until my tears become dry

When my love left me
after all so long
i could only begin to see
how love could go so wrong
i ask myself...why?
why does this hurt so much?
i have nothing left to do
so i cry until my tears become dry
When my love left me
after so many long years
i wonder how it could happen so suddenly
as i sleep in the shallow pond of my cold tears
i ask myself...why?
why does this pain persist?
in my fractured heart panting in mist
i have nothing left to do
so i cry until my tears become dry
When my love left me
after all those crazy memories
we shared so wonderfully
now the chapter ends in this true story
i ask myself...why?
why won't the pain go away?
whilst i weep all night and everyday
i have nothing left to do
so i cry until my tears become dry
Now my love is empty
after so many years of trust
after so many years of fidelity
my iron heart has faded to rust
i no longer ask myself why
i just marry my own pain
because that will never leave me
now i just stand drenched in the pouring rain
and i cry waiting for my tears to run dry

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Allen, 21 november 2011

There's a fire burning in my eyes

Even the impossible can be done
because i believe it can
the toughest challenge can be won
because i am a fighting man
...there's a fire burning in my eyes,
because i'm after the prize.
Anything far-fetched can be achieved
yes, it can be done
because in truth i believe
that i am the right one
but thats no surprize,
cause' there's a fire burning in my eyes.
Anything unlikely can be overcome
in an hour of darkness
even though there exists some
who think the situation is hopeless
but my spirit never dies,
because there's a fire burning in my eyes.
My heart is ablaze
with the flame of triumph
my soul alight
with this fire of success
an eternal inferno
rages wthin me
and when you peer into my eyes
then you will see
the fire burninig within.
...The fire burning within my

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Allen, 21 november 2011

My beautiful flower

You are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
hand in hand
...in my hand
holding this precious gift
the blossom of your beauty
you are my beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my sweet soft petal
heart in heart
just one heart
beating to your sweet aroma
the aroma of your splendor
you are my beautiful flower
You are my flower
you are my first blossom
blossoming love
you are my love
you are my first and true
like sunset ocean blue
you are my beautiful flower
i am glad i picked you

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Allen, 14 november 2011

Come to me

When troubles make themselves plenty
leaving the cup of your life half empty
when worries themselves number the many
and the bank of your joy reaches its last penny
when you just want a friend to hear
come to me
i'll be that ear
When the walls of your life come crashing down
and the smile of hope is but a frown
when the tears of sorrow dry upon your face
and the comfort you desire vanishes without a trace
when you just want a friend to see
come to me
i'll be that eye
When the loss of hope is too great
and the meaning in life is just an empty plate
when the raging downfall is an endless rain
and the puddles you step in are a stabbing pain
when you just want some shelter from the cold
come to me
i'll be your stronghold!

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Allen, 14 november 2011

Choices

We all have a choice
to live a lie
or be ourselves
to laugh and cry
or to follow someone else
to look up and smile
or bow down and frown
to walk the whole mile
or take off our crown
We have a choice
to shout out loud
or chant a whisper
to fly through the clouds
or to be blown like paper
to conquer our fear
or hide in the shadow
to the wise words hear
or be thrown out the window
We all have a choice
to climb our highest mountain
or fall into our deepest hole
to drink from life's fountain
or live life like a troubled soul
to learn love in the heart
or grasp to hate with regret
to wake up and start
or sleep until sunset
We all have a choice
to speak truly with ourselves
or go against what seems
We all have a choice
to fulfill our greatest dreams

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Allen, 14 november 2011

Fifty feet tall inspired by one inch tall by Shel silverstein

If you were fifty feet tall, you would not go to school
the grand oceans would be your swimming pool
the hide of an elephant would be your meat
and would only take a few seconds to eat
a lion would be like a furry flea
if you were fifty feet tall
If you were fifty feet tall, you would walk over walls
and would take only seconds to visit the mall
a tropical rainforest would be your bed
a snack for you would be a tonne of bread
you would were a tin roof upon your head
if you were fifty feet tall
You'd paddle across the pacific on a glacier of ice
you couldn't hug your mum, she would be like a grain of rice
people would run from you with fright
to move a pencil would be a frustrating plight
(this poem would be hard to write, if you were
fifty feet tall)
Inspired by Shel Silverstein's poem '

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Other poems: I cry until my tears become dry, There's a fire burning in my eyes, My beautiful flower, Come to me, Choices, Fifty feet tall inspired by one inch tall by Shel silverstein,

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