To see, but never seen
The truth that might have been
To hear, but never listen
Ne'er understood from one to ten
To touch, but never felt it
Like ice that never melted
To know, but never understood
That will only rot like wood
To smile but never be happy
What joy is it supposed to be?
To grieve, but not a tear
What is it that tis fear?
To live, but never love
What do tis want to find above?
The daylight shines down and the clouds float by,
As he sits down on a bench by the road.
The speeding cars move past across his eye,
While people walk out from their kind abode.
He waits for her to appear and arrive,
As the sun reaches the top of his head.
He starts to feel less and less alive,
As if his hair begins to slowly shed.
He still waits for her, hoping she will come.
The sun now sinks below the city lights.
As crickets chirp and the winds start to hum,
The people go back home to sleepy nights.
He takes his phone from his pants and checks.
His mouth fell open; "Cancelled," said the text.
Oh! Spare my dignity
From this endless agony
By just one hit
My manhood falls bit by bit
Oh! My future is foreseen
No more than quite obscene
Farewell to my children
To those ears that might've listened
Oh! It drives me insane
This excruciating pain
My vision slowly fades into blur
As my torso begins to stir
Farewell to my children
That might've seen what was written
They say all's fair in love and war
But what knight knows not of chivalry?
For love is what gives him the strength
To protect his dame and country
A battle troubles not his mind
But what awaits him in the field
Not to make any casualties
But to spare with sword and shield
A wish to return in peace
Knights unsheathe and draw their swords
They stand together with allies
They speak what seem their final words
Yet to ask for the maiden's hand
The knight prepares his final stand
Up in the attic,
Lies memories
Long forgotten
Through the times.
Picture perfect days
That passed by
In seconds with
The rings of chimes.
The driven past
Wishing day and night
To be remembered
With each scent of thyme.
Played without knowing the cards on his hand,
The game of destiny seems difficult.
It sometimes feels like counting grains of sand,
As many feelings concealed always felt.
But there's this feeling of excitement
That a long string is tied up to his arm
More than gold awaits at the rainbow's end.
What lies ahead, he wills to take death's harm.
And even though the road is still quite far,
He already knows what the feeling is.
A feeling; love stories made familiar.
In the end, he finds the one he had missed.
"Le corde del destino a legano cieme,
Intrecciando i nuostri cuori,
formando un amore che dura."
It keeps on going up and down,
Then it goes around and around.
Whatever will be happening,
It will be a happy ending.
Will you dare to take this ride?
We will all be side to side
Through happiness and even strife
In the merry-go-round of life.
In a dark cage full of sorrow and solitude,
He just lied down as others judged his attitude.
Those eyes seemed to help out but only misunderstood.
Word uttered by tongues that's confoundedly rude.
As he tried to stare up at the moonlight,
His gleaming eyes showed only of such fright.
Though he was a creature fond of night,
He sulked and tried to search for a white light.
He growled silently in dismay and pain,
For those most "truthful" words that he had gained.
Whilst his burning heart remained in chain,
A long roar inside for the scars obtained.
In wait for someone to see through his rage,
He remained wandering around the cage.
Each sleepless night
He'll be alright
Just to wait and see her light.
The light of day
That drives away
All of those sadness and dismay.
Though seasons change
And days arrange
The wonders remain in each page.
Speechless moments
With those consents
Will be written through such events.
Poems for her,
Like a flower,
Made to last until forever.
To see, but never seen
The truth that might have been
To hear, but never listen
Ne'er understood from one to ten
To touch, but never felt it
Like ice that never melted
To know, but never understood
That will only rot like wood
To smile but never be happy
What joy is it supposed to be?
To grieve, but not a tear
What is it that tis fear?
To live, but never love
What do tis want to find above?
In a dark cage full of sorrow and solitude,
He just lied down as others judged his attitude.
Those eyes seemed to help out but only misunderstood.
Word uttered by tongues that's confoundedly rude.
As he tried to stare up at the moonlight,
His gleaming eyes showed only of such fright.
Though he was a creature fond of night,
He sulked and tried to search for a white light.
He growled silently in dismay and pain,
For those most "truthful" words that he had gained.
Whilst his burning heart remained in chain,
A long roar inside for the scars obtained.
In wait for someone to see through his rage,
He remained wandering around the cage.
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