Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read Contests Groups Learn Forums Store Help
 

Mars Was Once A Planet


We look at the future nothing left in our mind
Rushing out of our thoughts sometimes make us blind
A new kind of talking, a method how to speak
Look and see you and me, holding onto you by a thread
Cant you see, what I mean, all the times we can have together
Makes me blind, will I see, can we ever really find reality
The matches are burnt and the wick is burning low
The sheets on my bed are thin and I feel the air is cold
Im rushing towards a pain, the knife is sharpened deep
And Im losing my mind, cant you see what I need
Im searching for what, you've done to make me feel
The warmth of each day, and the way i feel surreal
Im lost in a world, full of so much pain, but
You make me see,
                       You Make me see,
                                                 a new reality.

Looking out in the sky, Mars was once just a planet
Now I look in the air, and I see a whole world
Drives to the store, looking for much more, every little thing
That makes me wanna sing, watching my dvd, the songs on MTV
Every little way to think, reminds me of the touch we have
Driving a car, so passionately far, could only make me want
The reality of everyday and every way that you and I could want
Thinking of you, and talking about two, could end good or bad,
I hope this doesn't make you mad because
                                                             You make me see
                                           You make me see
You make me see, a new reality

Author notes

Woot
Written September 5th, 2005

What did you think

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • Edna Sweetlove
    January 10, 2006
    Edit | Reply
    I wanna.

  • kaylamegdos
    January 10, 2006
    Edit | Reply
    can i be jealous? there was a moment when i wouldn't think this is just another poem, but yeah... it seems like your friends were important, more than me, and now i feel like i took that away with every night you spend.


  • December 17, 2005
    Edit | Reply
    awww this is really sweet! Im sure your friend likes it a lot!


  • mendee86
    October 21, 2005
    Edit | Reply
    Oh gosh! How friggin sweet! I want a boy to write me poems!

    Unfortunatly my 17 y/o boyfriend plays football. But hey, he's fawkin' amazing -- so I'm not complaining

    I liked this poem - I'm impressed.
    Brittany probably liked it too...
    She better not have liked it TOO much though...or I'll have to beat her up...