gallop
Sometimes I think
If I did give it my hardest try
Was I prepared to die?
Congrats my boy!
You are half way through
From now on
You will have the perfect view!
You know;
When you gave me away
I found a way
Back to you
To say
I will do
what I may
not to be
one of the company of had been’s
I, I wont betray
But here it is:
You see;
I never got the chance to tell you
How it feels
To leap
Into the river
Of your love
Of the tears
I cried
And now
The ghost of the river
Is coming back to hunt me
And it won’t let me be.
Gallop.......
If I did give it my hardest try
Was I prepared to die?
Congrats my boy!
You are half way through
From now on
You will have the perfect view!
You know;
When you gave me away
I found a way
Back to you
To say
I will do
what I may
not to be
one of the company of had been’s
I, I wont betray
But here it is:
You see;
I never got the chance to tell you
How it feels
To leap
Into the river
Of your love
Of the tears
I cried
And now
The ghost of the river
Is coming back to hunt me
And it won’t let me be.
Gallop.......
posted by m.reza at 12:58 pm
6 Comments:
Gallop to where?? The past is the cannon ball tied on our soul...
So romantic is this river
made up of your tear
and how sad and how beautiful.
Please send the ghost away
It sounds so sad, depressing ... I have a strange feeling in my stomach when reading it!
Yes, send this ghost away, FAR away and look up to the sky to the sun and the little cottonball-clouds! Life is not one-sided great friend ... it is multifaceted! What you saw were only dark aspect ... rub your eyes and look again - and see how they dissolve only to make place for brighter and brighter ones!
Hope you're doing alright!!
gallop away
miles miles away
and when you feel tired
turn back to see how far
you galloped no where
you are where you were
You know, when I wrote this, I felt that I have to complete it with one word, so I blocked my mind and just thought of a word, that’s when Gallop came to my mind! You guys should stop taking me so seriously!!!!!!! Remember? I am just a clown! The truth is that sometimes I think what I write is just bunch of rubbish, just a blot, sometimes I think its so obscure and abstract to the eyes of the reader, or somehow are disguised, like myself. I sure know the meaning of every paragraph, the target of every word, but feeling of not knowing you know them as well, makes me think that its just a leaf flying into the air. But never the less, I should call you fantastic 4, for I don’t have any other readers than you, so please be true to me.
سلام دوست خوبم:) چطورین؟؟
خیلی وقته ازتون خبری ندارم
اون طرفا هم تشریف بیارین
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