Poems By Dai
| New as the moon
New as the moon: old as the sky rage that is red “lively” she said never again just turn your back go on step step… come back. always the same never apart except..maybe… at heart never is true even when they say to you that it aint i have no idea what was said but oh, how i remeber those steps those lines the pavement so.. gray so dark matter of fact lively she said lovely he meant liar she thought poof…he was gone. stepping away that was his scene all that he knew all she had seen. Yes yes it’s true love was anew in those first few hours… it was as new as the moon. But the moon always comes back.. to that same lonely spot.
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11:11
The clock seems to stop Slowly the ticks lag behind tocks Slowly they pull each other apart. I then notice this as I am taking my route to see you now. The clock follows me And as soon as I knock on that door, Loose all my hair And jump up those stairs Into your arms Always waiting there. You kiss me some time On my forehead My lips Telling me Those sweet sweet little things And then suddenly I hear that innocent sound Of the time coming round I hear that clock ticking Still pretty slow But not as slow as a moment ago It’s getting faster I fear Day’s drawing near And sadly I look up into the blue of your eyes And I think about how I like When days turn into night And night into day By the pier how we sway And you look at me Holding me tight through the breeze And we make a face And sigh into space This is it Love how it feels And suddenly I Can’t wait to see What tomorrow yields… Oh but sad sad day When the night has turned into day And that clock starts ticking The tick after tock The same pattern I know And I am forced to leave That lingering kiss Apologizing For the stupid time I gotta hurry Oh my I’m gonna be late I backup the car Slide into drive And suddenly It’s 11:11 o’clock I smile up at you You already know We make that wish That one day soon I don’t have to leave.
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You can call IT love
There they sat In that lovely spot Different in mind- In eyes and corrupt But oh so sweet Did it seem to me That just when it turned dark The nightmares had stopped He looked up: From that spot Took my hand And then stopped. Took a look inside My eyes thus my soul My lips Oh amor. I never ever thought Of such a lovely spot In which you would be There sitting with me Looking out And talking ‘bout nothing And I can’t help but think Deep deep inside That when we both were young Listening and looking through the cracks Of those adult conversations This was what was always brought up. I can’t help but think It’s true Not so mean That’s how they described What happened tonight Our hands interwoven Reminds me of how I always looked for the signs In, up and about Where ever I was Always exploring The forest so large Of something yet to be found. And I stand here tonight My hand woven through yours pretty tight Looking up at the scene Of what we must be.
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| Leaning On the Very Earth [L.O.V.E]
This is a story of fruit A story of sweetness A story of truth. And just for the record I wanted to say That life isn’t simple And there are things that will happen and some will go through but that lovely night, I didn’t expect you. It started out like any day With one thought going round and round in my head I was anxious, but sound Thinking about how lonely I was found Then a thought came to mind And it was all you You were all that I saw And all that I knew So I look at the dartboard I throw my own dice I’m making the move And closing my eyes I hope for the best And let the dice fall I’m making this move I’m giving my all. I hoped it was good I had my heart at my throat And even when I faltered You never let go. That was when I knew You were true As True to your heart As I was to you. I knew this the instant You knew me so well That you never resisted The wish I threw down into the Well Kiss me in the rain I said By the train Is ok Round the corner Don’t get caught We’re insane… Was just a thought That came to my mind On that wonderful lovely night
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True Loves First Kiss
A girl and a boy Of what might’ve been
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Dai
Dai is the name |

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