They blow so harsh, and blow so free,
And taint the heart, to some degree,
They build up hope, and dreams to take,
But destruction lies, in dreams that wake,

A chance for love, all filled with hope,
So swept are we, without true scope,
Of what we want, and what we dream,
To find the one, that’s so supreme,

But when the moment, it crashes down,
We sit and weep, and cry and frown,
Just as the waters, they flow through,
Our hands so strong, yet still feels true,

This chance so strong, to be complete,
Leaves me in tatters, and so replete,
How can I build, what I have killed,
With only memories left, is my soul filled..

God,I wish I wrote that song/Absolutely amazing!
"How can I build what I have killed" (omg,perfect)

awwww.....sweetheart that was excellent!
Very good choice of words....replete....that a good one!

true my path in this quiet forrest of lost loves,
is but a norrow path of LOVES to be found,
these tracks I have found,th' ones you've laid down,
are Traces of your hearts true,and sound,
my path is dark and lonely without your light,
and I hopes my hope shines thru for you tonight,
our hearts were bared,
for this path we shared,
and we found our good hearts true,
as we move on,to the great beyond,
we search for loves call of true,
we hopes we find,our call,true,
of th Love 'tis all around you,
and when we do,th call so true,
will be a call of love from you...
so please stay a friend unto th end,
we'll be waiting to hear,my Dear from You...

Beautiful Tonya I love that line as well..WILL

thank you!!
I am happy to know
you all like my poems
tonya