Save me from myself for I can't see
Beautiful dreams strung across the moon
What is true to you is a cover for me
A fleeting thought planting a seed
Casting deceit and merciless shadows
To blindly follow a road that doesn't lead
Senses one thinks to cherish
Pearls captive to a treacherous sea
Fearing that one day they will perish
Save me from myself for I can't see
See me not as what I am but what I do
What is true to you is a cover for me
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
salaam,
Wassup my fellow Georgian! I live in Georgia too! Well anyway nice poem. I like, i like, i like.
dema
www.demachanras.com
Greets to the webmaster of this wonderful site! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
»
Especially I like the first site. But other links are informative too, if you are interested check all those links.http://googleindex.info/2117.html and http://googleindex.info/2148.html
Post a Comment