poem?
yea ok its stupid and i think only i understand it and it needs work but yes...
Tulip in the backseat
The tulip in the backseat
So simple - so unknown
we've all seen her as a seed
but look at how she's grown
she's been plucked away
and she's held within his heart
her roots were quite reluctant
but she tore herself apart
the patch of dirt is bare
but they her roots quickly find a flower
they grow theirselves onto new vines
the tulip's past? - devoured.
she is forgotten, but still loved
for she's been plucked away
her new home lacks what she's to live
but its here she shall stay.
o.O yes ok i'm aware that some of that is quite stupid, but like i said...it needs work
Withering
the tulip in the backseat
slowly starts to wither
as the days are getting longer
and we are leaving winter
the summer heat begins
and the tulips left to fade
all the love inside the tulip
fades with color, passing days
the petals, all now wrinkled
and the stem has lost its shine
neglect can ruin beauty
if simply given time
the tulip once was loved
but now is left to dry
she's nothing but a memory
she's nothing but a lie
well that was supposed to go with the first one, but its quite contradictary...yea ok i can't spell that word...
she sits upon her window sill
and stares as if a mirror
such a beautiful soul
how could they do this to her?
they say its not the answer
they say its simply wrong
but knowledge and what seems to be
simply to do not get along
they know nothing of her past
she knows nothing of her future
but what she knows there is a choice
not quite a pleasant answer
"look to the sky for the answer
fate will lead the way"
but if Fate decides to take her life
then why is she to stay?
all that she ever knew and loved
everything she seemed to be
everyone had watched her
but not one soul could see
"why does it mean this much to her?
it was just for her own sake!"
what good is this to break a heart?
good are these tears that you create
her lies turn to tears
and her tears turn into life
and everything is drained from her
just as the blood on that knife
she stares into the metal
and she stares into the blade
she watches her reflection warp
as she chose to follow fate
she hesistates, but whats the point
there is one, they insist
but she can think of none,
does she trully even exist?
she takes one final breath
and she take one final sigh
she takes one finaly look at life
tells her hope and dreams good-bye
she sits upon her window sill
and stares as if a mirror
i gaze through to the foggy rain
as i stare back at her
ah...whatever
i hate it
the end
my first one resembling that was better
life is so inane
Tulip in the backseat
The tulip in the backseat
So simple - so unknown
we've all seen her as a seed
but look at how she's grown
she's been plucked away
and she's held within his heart
her roots were quite reluctant
but she tore herself apart
the patch of dirt is bare
but they her roots quickly find a flower
they grow theirselves onto new vines
the tulip's past? - devoured.
she is forgotten, but still loved
for she's been plucked away
her new home lacks what she's to live
but its here she shall stay.
o.O yes ok i'm aware that some of that is quite stupid, but like i said...it needs work
Withering
the tulip in the backseat
slowly starts to wither
as the days are getting longer
and we are leaving winter
the summer heat begins
and the tulips left to fade
all the love inside the tulip
fades with color, passing days
the petals, all now wrinkled
and the stem has lost its shine
neglect can ruin beauty
if simply given time
the tulip once was loved
but now is left to dry
she's nothing but a memory
she's nothing but a lie
well that was supposed to go with the first one, but its quite contradictary...yea ok i can't spell that word...
she sits upon her window sill
and stares as if a mirror
such a beautiful soul
how could they do this to her?
they say its not the answer
they say its simply wrong
but knowledge and what seems to be
simply to do not get along
they know nothing of her past
she knows nothing of her future
but what she knows there is a choice
not quite a pleasant answer
"look to the sky for the answer
fate will lead the way"
but if Fate decides to take her life
then why is she to stay?
all that she ever knew and loved
everything she seemed to be
everyone had watched her
but not one soul could see
"why does it mean this much to her?
it was just for her own sake!"
what good is this to break a heart?
good are these tears that you create
her lies turn to tears
and her tears turn into life
and everything is drained from her
just as the blood on that knife
she stares into the metal
and she stares into the blade
she watches her reflection warp
as she chose to follow fate
she hesistates, but whats the point
there is one, they insist
but she can think of none,
does she trully even exist?
she takes one final breath
and she take one final sigh
she takes one finaly look at life
tells her hope and dreams good-bye
she sits upon her window sill
and stares as if a mirror
i gaze through to the foggy rain
as i stare back at her
ah...whatever
i hate it
the end
my first one resembling that was better
life is so inane