Mr.Happy handed a rifle to me.
He said that happiness comes from a land overseas.
He sugarcoated it with some ammo,
smiled his happy smile and walked away, oh no..
We're not as mysterious as we'd like to be.
The girl with the silver robe
and the velvet sheet
hiding a smirk under glistening tears.
It's all fading away,
the places where we all thought it would be safe,
only to find another world with the same mistakes.
Clouds on a sunny day is an omen,
good or bad is not for me to say
but for the ones with the pretty smiles.
My honey-dipped heartache says that I am right.
It's all a broadway show on a mattress.
Author notes
This is a song I wrote....That's all that I have to say. hehe.
A contest entry
- I want a lot of poems... by love my jose luis.
900 points, ended February 21, 2008, 125 entries
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I love this piece, it made me think, I love poems that make me think. Thank you for your wonderful entry and good luck in my contest.
~Maria -
Louwe as always.
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Can't wait to do this one! =D
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