Why not have a lyrics section? This following poem thing is about war. Any critiques?
You can look at my other lyrics over here: http://www.freewebs.com/fored/lyrics.htm
Foreword - Amanda Tee
What if I told you tonight
That I would never be able to see the morning rays of tomorrow
And waking up was only a privilege
That I have not been entitled to have
What if I left your side at this moment
Knowing our eyes will not meet once more,
With feeling; if you ever saw me again
I sincerely hope these eyes of mine had been gorged out
So you did not have to watch their never-ending screams
Any identification lost, my naked form anonymous
So you did not have to know of my last step
On the stairway leading to...
For I want you to remember
Me - not as who I really am
For the truth is but a stake
With fatal spikes jutting out at both ends
For life is but the flipping pages in a book
And my thoughts now - its foreword
What if I were selfish till the very end, and
Must go back to where you were, unknowing
That you were always here all along, every hour
Every minute, every second I have been wanting to say
I love you
Right out of my lips
Right in front of you
Unfortunately I cannot reveal too much of the book’s contents
What if I told you tonight
Though clouds made sure the stars stayed hidden from my last, trying gaze
And a wake up call was foreign to me
That with my foreword said
I may rest with no grudge, in my chest?
You can look at my other lyrics over here: http://www.freewebs.com/fored/lyrics.htm
Foreword - Amanda Tee
What if I told you tonight
That I would never be able to see the morning rays of tomorrow
And waking up was only a privilege
That I have not been entitled to have
What if I left your side at this moment
Knowing our eyes will not meet once more,
With feeling; if you ever saw me again
I sincerely hope these eyes of mine had been gorged out
So you did not have to watch their never-ending screams
Any identification lost, my naked form anonymous
So you did not have to know of my last step
On the stairway leading to...
For I want you to remember
Me - not as who I really am
For the truth is but a stake
With fatal spikes jutting out at both ends
For life is but the flipping pages in a book
And my thoughts now - its foreword
What if I were selfish till the very end, and
Must go back to where you were, unknowing
That you were always here all along, every hour
Every minute, every second I have been wanting to say
I love you
Right out of my lips
Right in front of you
Unfortunately I cannot reveal too much of the book’s contents
What if I told you tonight
Though clouds made sure the stars stayed hidden from my last, trying gaze
And a wake up call was foreign to me
That with my foreword said
I may rest with no grudge, in my chest?