Her hair were twisted into a braid,
She sat there thinking of what she craved,
It occured to her that it was a book,
She longed for a hot cup of tea,
That she could talk and could be free,
How could she escape the cruel lady,
Who made her to fade,
She worked for her all dag and night,
the thing that made it bearable was the terrible fright,
She felt like she was alone in this world,
She wanted a friend she could share the grief with,
Her mind felt twisted with the dread,
All she wanted was a fresh Peice of Bread,
She looked out of the window,
She was what seemed like a tiny shadow,
The girl screamed for her right,
Eventhough it was the middle of a dark night,
A short heighted man noticed her,
He seemed like an angel,
He looked at her and zei to wait,
He just wanted to break the gate,
He came back with a wooden spare,
then broke the barrior she couldnt bear,
The first time all she had were tears of joy,
only because of the little boy,
the world outside was meer than she imagined,
she had a little friend to accompany her,
Even when the days passed she sat with him,
telling the stories then didnt last,
She had now everything she possibly needed,
A friend, Some boeken and a garden with fragrance,
she never thought that the freedom would come,
but now she sat with a smiling face,
All she got was what she always craved,
She sat there thinking of what she craved,
It occured to her that it was a book,
She longed for a hot cup of tea,
That she could talk and could be free,
How could she escape the cruel lady,
Who made her to fade,
She worked for her all dag and night,
the thing that made it bearable was the terrible fright,
She felt like she was alone in this world,
She wanted a friend she could share the grief with,
Her mind felt twisted with the dread,
All she wanted was a fresh Peice of Bread,
She looked out of the window,
She was what seemed like a tiny shadow,
The girl screamed for her right,
Eventhough it was the middle of a dark night,
A short heighted man noticed her,
He seemed like an angel,
He looked at her and zei to wait,
He just wanted to break the gate,
He came back with a wooden spare,
then broke the barrior she couldnt bear,
The first time all she had were tears of joy,
only because of the little boy,
the world outside was meer than she imagined,
she had a little friend to accompany her,
Even when the days passed she sat with him,
telling the stories then didnt last,
She had now everything she possibly needed,
A friend, Some boeken and a garden with fragrance,
she never thought that the freedom would come,
but now she sat with a smiling face,
All she got was what she always craved,
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
u were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house of fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
u did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
u zei your chance at love had past u door
i told i'm here so dont u cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
u were like my juliet and i your romeo
u love me i love u thats all i need to know
no longer will u dream of love thats true
no longer will i wander my zoek has led to you
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd love some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
u are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as u lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are hart-, hart at name.
u may notice that only the seconde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to toon the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
u are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows
That we are one. And as u lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are hart-, hart at name.
u may notice that only the seconde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to toon the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.