Dream Diray

Cure my roses, they'r falling down
see them wither, they don blossom anymore
Yes i know, they've never stepped on this floor,
they've never walked this road,
they were blinded and pushed throw the door
by an angel who walked throw the garden

she caught a gaze at my roses fair
and with her hands she grasped them there,
their heart was too light to disappointed her

she made them bloom with her softest hair,
they blossomed red as she drew her lips
but she threw them through the air and disappeared
left my roses to wither in tears

oh, cure my roses their fading black
i want to see them grow back
wipe away their tears of red,
i want to watch them take a lift
feel the air once again
forget the past fade the vain

my roses hear the harp
i play a music for your broken heart
the birds await the scent that flows from you
cure my roses bloom again
take my heart i'll wear the fen
blossom now to capture the world and amaze them
cure my roses
-samuel dream diray

Every smile and every phrase,
had a whole meaning behind what it says
Pretendence before me ,
bitterness behind me
they think I'm aloof,
but i see through their rouse
All through the season i got all the reasons

The stage was set the words said before
when Irony meet the floor..
-Samuel Nithiyanandham

Memories
by Annabelle
Within my book of memories,
Are special thoughts of you.
And all the many nice things
You often say and do -

As I turn the pages,
And recall each single thought,
I realize the happiness
That knowing you has brought.

There are memories of the times we've shared
Both bright and sunny days.
There are memories of your kindness
And your friendly thoughtful ways.

There are memories of all those notes,
we would write back and forth,
When we would just get together,
And talk of this or that.

And when I recall these memories
As I go along life's way,
I find they grow more precious still
With every passing day.