Days of November E-Book

Steve Price

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

These poems are more about historical events that have shaped, changed or even destroyed peoples lives. They are also events that may have effected me personally. As with all my previous books. The opinions are mine and in no way reflect what others may think

Leseprobe

Steve Price

Days of November

Dedicated the window of life I some times look uponBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Blind

I closed my eyes to all you showed me,Turned my back to face the wall,I never listened to what you told me,I thought I knew it all,

I never gave a moment’s notice,Took my pride and walked away,I would think your trying to own me,I would believe it was all a game,

I was blind,So blind,I was useless,So unkind,I was blind,I couldn’t see,That the love you gave,Was in front of me

I blocked the thoughts,I was given,I threw away every chance,Again and again,

You were forgiving,But I passed through you,Without a glance,

I couldn’t trust,I couldn’t love,I didn’t have the will,To believe,I couldn’t look,I couldn’t vision,All that was in front of me,

I closed my eyes to all you showed me,Turned my back to face the wall,I never listened to what you told me,I thought I knew it all,

Breaking the rules

Daddy got dressed in his Sunday best,Then took a taxi home,So he could confess,All he’d done wrong,

Mummy had seen all before,Before I had come along,She had been warned,He’d do wrong,

And as I grew,The family knew,The path I’d take,Would be daddies way,

Nothings new, no nothing new,

Walking in my old man's shoes,Trying to make change between boy and a man,Breaking with tradition is not who I am,Not breaking the rules,

The apple has fallen from the tree,The place it landed was in front of me,Picked it up and took a bite,The taste was sweeter than I liked,

The black sheep upon the hill,Dressed in daddies suit,Doing all the things for thrills,A product of daddy’s fruit,

Broken hearted

Eyes so red,They cannot see,A mind that is dead,She no longer believes,Can’t stop the pain,Of him going away,

Cries a little too often,She doesn’t want to eat,Won’t look at herself in the mirror,She no longer likes what she see’s

Broken hearted, broken in two,Broken hearted, between the red and blue,Broken hearted, broken in two,Broken heated, can’t face the truth,

Can’t, can’t take the pain,Can’t, can’t ever feel the same,

Telephone keeps calling,She won’t take the call,People keeping on knocking,But the key don’t turn at all,

She watches the day,Through a flowing net,She watches the people leave,She poured her life into the cup of emotions,But he just finished the drink,

Can’t, can’t take the pain,Can’t, can’t ever feel the same,

Time ain’t started the healing,And her cuts continue to bleed,Eyes as red as a merry Christmas,But she still cannot see,