| Poetry 5 |
| The Fans I wonder if they hated me? What was going through their mind? I wonder if they loved me? What was inspiring their sign? I wonder if they felt me? Like goosebumps through the skin? I wonder if they watched me? For that they can remember when? I wonder if they boo'ed me? Like a loser no one knew? I wonder if they cheered for me? Like a youngster that had grew? I wonder if they cared for me? Crashing down flat on my back.......... I wonder if they followed me? Ever since the last attack.......... I wonder if they were lying? When they said, "You suck!" I wonder if they were crying? When I was unable to duck......... I wonder if they will be my fans? Until I have to fold? I wonder if they will remember? JEFF HARDY! As he grows old. The People You're Creating When the time is yours... The time is gone. When it feels so right... It's on it's way to wrong. When you love so much... Can you always be sure? That your love is a touch... That your love is a cure? When you feel as if you're hated... Will you make it through? This unpredictable life... These unappreciated dues. When you say what you feel... Will they look at you and laugh? When you know what you've learned... Will they stab you in the back? If you fall from where you're standing... Will they try to make the save? When you stand on what you're saying... Will they listen as the road you pave? When the time is yours... The future's awaiting... The person you become... The people you're creating. Today or When Today I woke up with a hurting heart, but it wasn't from medical problems. It was from a forgotten love of my past that painfully reentered my dreams. During these dreams, I felt as if I were reborn. I felt the feeling of love again without a worry in the world. It was she who made me happy, it was she who opened my heart and committed murder to all my pain. However, this murder wasn't total death. The pain came back and it came back to stay. Now it's infected and peroxide doesn't even foam..........so maybe I'm not normal? I'll probably never see her again in this life unless she continues to peacefully visit my dreams. If she does, maybe one day I can stay, stay with her in another world, stay with her in another time, stay with her by not waking up..........at least my heart will never hurt again! |