Pictures Of Her
Pictures of her, new and old
Scars they carry, memories they hold
The grief inflicted cannot be told
A chance glimpse of her and my heart gets cold
Time heals all wound they say, I’m waiting for my turn
It’s hard to stay hopeful, when in happiness you burn
Nothing to look forward to and it hurts to look back
The rainbow after my rain is painted all black
“The rainbow after my rain is painted all black”
Still can’t decide why I like this line so much.
You are a happy guy…who writes depressing stuff…then laughs about it…!!!
or is it that i am missing something there??? are you really as happy as you seem to be???
your blog tells me otherwise!!!
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“The rainbow after my rain is painted all black”
I love this line too!! very thoughtful.
Pictures my friend
lie to you
of a past you wished,
you could have made good
of the moments you prayed
would never end
of the clouds of hope
that never rained
Lost is lost
no complaints
but the spots and stains
the residues of pain
the missed buses and trains
all fit so
framed…
in the darkened rainbow!
Cheers man… Good job indeed!
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The moments I prayed
would never end,
the clouds of hope
that never rained,
are hunting me now
as I say goodbye.
Coz the truth
makes living hard
and the hope
doesn’t let me die.