You come in my dream every day, Will I meet you one fine day?
Your hands on my hands. What a tragic, yet beautiful mystery.
tiny things make me think of you. however, you still don't pick up on that
I’m not quite sure why you say it Who you are is perfect I hate that you don’t see it
the second poem in this *wonderful* romantic poem series by me, called "face".
THE PHANTOM OF OPERA< br/>< br/>The phantom of opera leads me to the moon’s trace. The phantom singer and the mask’s grace are a duet in the same dance. The voice is sculpting a face. That face may ...
Wake up to hear your voice so soft and sweet True joy in my heart when you ask to meet
"She’ll still love you tomorrow, right?" I ask myself each night; Yes dummy, she’s told you a thousand times
the night we met
if only i knew
i surely would have warned myself
My eyes open and greet the day But there’s something missing
Expression of myself, going through some hardships trying to find some release.
what love looks like when you don't look for it
By: Ryan DiFalco
You come in my dream every day, Will I meet you one fine day?
Your hands on my hands. What a tragic, yet beautiful mystery.
tiny things make me think of you. however, you still don't pick up on that
I’m not quite sure why you say it Who you are is perfect I hate that you don’t see it
the second poem in this *wonderful* romantic poem series by me, called "face".
THE PHANTOM OF OPERA< br/>< br/>The phantom of opera leads me to the moon’s trace. The phantom singer and the mask’s grace are a duet in the same dance. The voice is sculpting a face. That face may ...
Wake up to hear your voice so soft and sweet True joy in my heart when you ask to meet
"She’ll still love you tomorrow, right?" I ask myself each night; Yes dummy, she’s told you a thousand times
the night we met
if only i knew
i surely would have warned myself
My eyes open and greet the day But there’s something missing
Expression of myself, going through some hardships trying to find some release.
what love looks like when you don't look for it
By: Ryan DiFalco