You promised me that you’d love me
Until the sky would fall
Now that the sky has truly fallen
Your promise means nothing at all
Tag: Depression
A Broken Man With Lots Of Gold
Rich and rich as I may be
I’m troubled by my memory
Yes those memories with thoughts
They tie my heart up in knots
Those thoughts are always full of you
Choke my veins through and through
You and all the things of past
Cut my breath and lungs apart
You’re in my head when I try to sleep
The reason why I wake and weep
For soon as you come to mind again
I’m reminded of this constant pain
All this pain I cannot hold
I’m a broken man with lots of gold
Rich and rich as I may be
I cannot erase my memory
Now That She Has Gone
Give me Loneliness for company
Give me strangers for friendship
Give me a heart that I once owned
Diseases to fill it with
Now that I am alone
Now that she has gone
Give me walls that can whisper
Give me a roof, a cracking roof
Give me a floor full of rodents
A hallucination proof
Now that I am alone
Now that she has gone
I can’t stand on my feet
I can’t stand my chattering teeth
I can’t stand on my own
Now that she has gone
Give me darkness for days
Give me anxiety for nights
Give me ignorance for life
Now that she has gone
Now that she has gone
Tomorrow When I Wake Up
Tomorrow when I wake up
I’m gonna need a shake-up
Cause I’ve had a little break-up
And there’s nothing I wanna take up
O’ Love
Well my soul will need some cleaning
Now that life has lost its meaning
When all I needed was a little love
And a shoulder for some leaning
O’ Love
O’ Love, look what you’ve made me do
Is there a hope that I can borrow
When I’m drowning in my sorrow?
Just a little light and a little smile
Should get me by tomorrow
Now there’s no reverting
To the state where I was flirting
When the pain is reasserting
Only to leave my heart more hurting
This is the end of my dreaming
I’ll sleep after screaming
That the sun has disappeared
And the moon has now stopped gleaming
O’ Love
O’ Love, look what you’ve made of me
O’ Love
O’ Love, is there no hope for me?
O’ Love
O’ Love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Nine
I’m in love with an angel —
The girl who sits next to me
All my friends call it crushing
But it does seem love to me
When she steps in the classroom
My eyes are fixed on her
Just her presence makes me
Think I could live forever
All this feels so fine
To fall in love when you’re nine
…
In the classroom I do
Stupid and crazy stunts
Though it may seem foolish
It’s worth her every attention
They all call me crazy
They don’t know how I feel
I feel no thirst, no hunger
Having skipped my meal
Oh it feels so fine
To fall in love when you’re nine
…
At home I’m always dreaming
With her face in my head
Whether I’m watching tv
Or lying straight on my bed
My homework’s always pending
But I could hardly care
Just the mention of her
Brings home the sweetest air
All this feels so fine
I can’t wait to make her mine
…
Today I felt different
On my way to school
Later I found out that she
Had moved and it wasn’t cool
She left me with no message
No contact and no sign
Now there’s nothing that I
Want to make it mine
No, it doesn’t feel fine
To have your heart broken when you’re nine
The Most Powerful Weapon
Depending upon the opponent
A wrestling match can be tough
Especially if the opponent
Knows all your moves and stuff
…
So once I was face-to-face
With a very familiar foe
His fans call him Depression
I call him De-Press Joe
…
I can fight that meanie smooth
But that wasn’t how it was
He called upon his loyal pals
To build an unfair cause
…
There was Morose Donald
There was also Negative Bill
There was Ire ‘The Anger’ Rage
And many, many more still
…
It was intimidating
To face them all at once
I found myself uneasy
At my incompetence
…
Then it dawned upon me
My nerves got quite a kick
I got myself a weapon
They thought I’d never pick
…
When they came charging at me
I simply threw a Smile
And all of them went running
For around about a mile
…
Now when they come to fight you
You know just what to do
Simply deploy a smile
Then you thank me too
Fun, fun, fun
How many of the year’s resolutions have I shut?
None, none, none
How does it make me feel in my gut?
Fun, fun, fun
How many new resolutions am I going to make?
One, one, one
What resolution is it that I am going to take?
Have fun, fun, fun
How To Name A Kid
I’ve got a great news to share
And also a dilemma
I’m blessed with a baby poem
I don’t know what to name her
…
Should I name her Rachel?
Debbie or Emily?
Should I call her Jessie?
Would someone please help me?
…
Should I keep it quirky
Modern or ancient?
Should I name her after
A former president?
…
Put yourself in my place
What name would come to you?
If you’re out of ideas
Here’s what you need to do
…
Find a Baby Name box
Lift its giant lid
Till then I’ll just call her
‘How To Name A Kid’
Wanted: A Poem Catcher
Somebody catch me my poems
They’re all over the place
They’re everywhere they shouldn’t be
Oh it’s such a disgrace
…
They start off from my head you know
And run around as they please
They’re even harder to catch I’d say
Harder than a swarm of bees
…
I chase after them all day you know
So often I chase in vain
In the morn’ they come to life
Then at night they run again
…
You see I really need your help right now
Won’t you help me for a while?
I’ll pay you handsomely I promise
I’ll pay you with a smile
If You Were A Heart
If you were a heart
I would be a beat
If you were a star
I would be the heat
If you were a damsel
I would be a knight
If you were a candle
I would be the light
Whatever you may be
I would be one too
You’re not into me
So I’m not into you
Frank Solanki 