| Lost Within
As I wander through this maze, I walk aimlessly in a craze, Wondering if I am a rat, Often feeling like a little brat, Looking down so many rows, Avoiding the multitude of angry crows. Where I would like to be, Is sitting high up in a tree, To find the end, Hoping that its just around the bend. Winding around and around, Scenery changes on the ground, Wishing that I had the chance, To flee this rhelm without a second glance. Donald Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| Love is.....
The way that we look at each other, The way that we touch each other, Doing little things to please the other, The contentment that you feel when your with the other, Giving of your deepest thoughts without repercusion, Helping the other realize certain things to better themselves, Not caring what lies in the others past, Making comitments toward each other without hesitation, Being able to talk about anything and everything, Keeping no secrets that may hurt the other, Making each other laugh with ease, Giving without expecting anything in return, Understanding the others feelings, Doesn't critisize, but helps in many different ways, Striving to reach out to each other, Being able to cry without feeling any shame, Knowing that you don't have to wear a mask, Holding hands for no reason, Being able to do many different things together, We need all of these things to become as one. Donald Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| Misrepresented
Like the changes of the season, A woman changes her mind, She usually has a reason, Of some general kind. Rain, sleet, ice, or snow, There is a lesson to be taught, Never sleep through the show, Or you will miss the very thought. Jogging while in the fog, May lose the slip of a smile, Sliding down the drain to the clog, Leaving you behind for quite a while. Rapid currents may come to spring, May not come to a boil, Measuring the differences may not bring, The most special parts of the soil. Donald Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
| My Honey Suckle Rose
My Honey Suckle Rose, How sweet you are to my nose, Tenderly seeking the softness of your petals, As I picked you from the meadows. Looking at you with my eyes, My heart begins to rise, Carefully walking as not to stumble, So I may be so gently humble. Then the wind takes you from my hand, So effortlessly carrying you throughout the land. Soaring through time keeps you on my mind, Leaving little or no traces of any kind, To whatever reaches you are to cliumb, The biggest part of my heart goes with you through time. For I just wanted you to know, That you were very hard to grow, Surely you are the one I chose, To reain as my...Honey...Suckle...Rose. Donald Edward Horn Copyright �2004 Donald Horn |
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