Reader Poetry

Index - Previous - Next - Add An Entry - Other Topics - Exit 500 entries available. Submitted by Natalie A.G. from Soviet Union Date: Wed Aug 7 02:28:01 2002 Insomnia (d-d. 2 Brian T.Littrell) ...Listen the soundlessness and take pleasure of the silence.Look, here is your home. I already see the venecian window and curly vine, stretching up to the roof. And I know that at the evening will come the people you love and you interested of, who will never bother you. They will play and sing for you and you'll see the light of the candles in your bed-room. You will fall asleep with the smile on your lips and you'll never get me away, cause I'll take care of your dream. Don't you hear me? Along the wires Stretched the radio- Insomnia. Night is changed On the some hours On the same rhymes And the sunrise Seems like Utopia. Soothe me, Darling, Cos I'm affraid What if she writes At the 1000 times Better? But if it isn't so- Tear and burn Don't let her read My letter. My pain is my pain Let it stay with me. Don't dare to drink My poison. This cross is mine Walking Destiny-drive I wear my smile In order to hide Emotions. But morning has come Tomorrow is here. It is 5 a.m. Oh'clock... The skies are lighting From black to blue I'll wait for the next time To talk. Index - Previous - Next - Add An Entry - Other Topics - Exit 500 entries available.