felt faint inside from the heat of the day I fell down on my knees to pray thought of those memories from a time ago Christmas was spent under the mistletoe hugs & kisses with everything new Pretty pictures pretty ribbons and you deep down in my heart you lit the spark to what I need to know once gaze from your lips & the world turned around I look to the past but dream of the day with you love is the mere essence of my earthly existence shattered glass on the pavement floor lest I implore another open door…
feelings can change a sense to rearrange those parts inside don’t bother running away to hide in this life you will have battles searching inside to the pathway of truth pretty pictures pretty ribbons & you soft lace on her lavish décor lest I implore time has a way of healing wounds time can be a thief way out of reach walk with me to the meadow with grass so green the world outside can be so very mean love needs to make a comeback in a real nice way all of your life you were on display but many fall away from those simple truths that will make you think right once this life is over there’s never another chance at which to roll the dice…
be content in the way that you were created to be shine your lights from above with a bit of love Pretty pictures ribbons and you have we bitten off far more then we could ever chew let’s look above to the heavenly love many dismiss this effect & tend to sweep things underneath the rug think of happy moments with all of your heart like sand box days out digging in the sand Hopefully someday all will live to understand ?
Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
1. Somebody puts a hand on my shoulder I turn around suddenly it was moon. 2. Do you hear the inaudible voices of abstruse frosting. The leaves are falling. 3. What you did not know was my pain. When I
She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like her tears were blood Flowing from the vein Where the shards of glass Were put to ease the pain She didn’t cry pretty. She cried like it burns Like the first sip of
The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered veils of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a
The mindless monsters of darkness have bared their faces in naked daylight; With the poison of wasps in their bleeding lips, they have concealed their hate under the tattered skin of empty religion. These ravenous wolves have thumped through a
Little miss heartbreak, you’d give her your time, ’cause if you’d want to get with her, got to get in line. Pretty miss heartbreak, she’ll leave you all the clues, But don’t you look so eager now, you’re only going