Segunda-feira, 25 de Janeiro de 2010

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

 

The True Mr Blue

The drum beats every hour,

As the soldiers wait for the sudden war.

I walked the past with some melted sunglasses.

A true commotion flakes down my body like venom slips into blood.

No books too remember the real friends,

As they too, went along with the stream

I got lost in a sea of no return.

A heroic gamble….

 

Things that I know will never be the same.

Forgotten I dreamed images of a happy ending.

A historical story about a glittered reality I once had.

Lonely, emotionless and dead done.

I stand…no one to blame

But that’s just the way it is.

 


Written by: David Nightingale às 00:03
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