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On This Bus

Poetry By: Nick Edward
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Some poems


Submitted:Oct 17, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Love Grows Old

I remember when we fell in love
And you were all that I thought of
But you're not exciting anymore

I remember when I looked at you
And I told you that I loved you
Back when I knew what love was for

Love grows old
Love grows cold
And love, it never lasts
But what should I do?
Everytime I look at you
I feel my best times have passed

Why should we pretend
that this isn't the end?
But I really don't know what else to do

Because I remember when
Way back when
You were me and I was you

Love grows old
Love grows cold
And love, it never lasts
But what should I do?
Everytime I look at you
I feel my best times have passed

On This Bus

Well, I'm lonely and you're the only
thing in the world thats keeping me
from going crazy
So lets raise a glass, stare over the grass
and pretend that we're young, have some
fun and maybe
We can catch the moon in our hands
and share it together, together share
a kiss
And in the morning when you go
I'll be lonely again, still lingering from
your kiss

And the life goes on, day after day
Sun shines for the dream in us
But the night is for lovers, so lets love
Right here, on this bus
On the way to my apartment
Where we'll share a drink
No need to feel bad
No need to think
Just close your eyes
and let me know
You love me
before you go

Final Night of Life

The final night of life
Will be greeted with such sorrow
Over the realization that
There'll be no tomorrow

Final night of life
Crying hysterically
Over the realization
that there's nothing more to see
No one new to be

The final night of life
Holding onto your loved one
If you've got one

The final night of life
asking yourself Why?
Asking What did I do before I die?

Remember when you were young
And everything was right
You'd wake up to a new day
A new day of light
A new day of life

The final night of life

Tomorrow

Yesterdays fall is todays fortune
Tomorrow will be just like today
The future holds no change
Unless we make it that way

Dream of Yesterday

The curtain falls
The players bow
The people leave
It's quiet now
The stage is dark
No longer lit
The janitor
He does his bit
The dust settles
The air hangs low
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
Maybe tomorrow'll
be a new play
But until then
We'll dream of yesterday

The Gang

I never told them that I loved them
I never told them how I felt
I'm sure if I ever saw them again
My heart would melt
It was like a plane crashing
Seeing it come to an end
Watching life walk off
With all of my friends
They've all gone their seperate ways
Haven't seen them in years
Though I think of them everyday
Through laughter and through tears
I can always meet new people
I can always live again
But never can I better
The friends that I had then

Tracing Back

Men of the council say you're on your way
I never thought you were wrong
You just took a little too long
to persuade them
Now that you're apart of society
Whose society are you apart of?
And when you say you're apart of it
Does that mean your hearts in it?

Could You Please Untie This?

Could you please untie this?
But I really can't afford to miss
A low this high

What does all of this mean?
I can see in her eyes all that shes seen,
but what?

She's got a hold on me
I can't break free
I can't let go
I feel she knows
but shes not telling me
so

They tell me love is the only cure
But what if you need a cure from love?





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