FreestyleChulo
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it has been said that in many case....ur future can be prevented in the present....the choice of words..the pull of the trigger...any acute movement can change the course of your history....but then again...the question becomes wat is history???...it is just the important memories of someone's past....the moments someone wants you to remember.....wat about all the moments that someone forgot???
Minority Reports 1st phase
as i look upon the moonlight
i waited for you
you looked so beautiful
i remember the way you looked at me when i told you
that i loved you
the smile would not escape your face
and we danced
embraced in a careful moment
glanced by the angels in the sky
there was nothing that i wouldnt do for you
that night
it seemed like all was magical
the stars in the sky
the moon up above
and the city lights that carefully played with your hair
i wanted to marry you that night
but suddenly all changed
the moon began to glow red
and your face began to fade
the image that i saw was not you
you were in my mind
the night that we had shared was only a shadow
as the fan that blazes near my window cries for you
and i wake up.
my eyes a shade of gray
pretending that what i was looking at was not a dream
why cant i have you in my arms??
it is killing me to pretend that i have hope
i am losing myself in this discntent
and yet there is no minority report
yet there is none.
i wash my face
which right now is pale from the thought that kissing your lips
was a misconception in identity.
i lay down.
close my eyes.
and wait for my final curtain
*this poem and the following poems were adapted loosely from the movie minority report...a movie i suggest u go see...P
Minority Reports 1st phase
as i look upon the moonlight
i waited for you
you looked so beautiful
i remember the way you looked at me when i told you
that i loved you
the smile would not escape your face
and we danced
embraced in a careful moment
glanced by the angels in the sky
there was nothing that i wouldnt do for you
that night
it seemed like all was magical
the stars in the sky
the moon up above
and the city lights that carefully played with your hair
i wanted to marry you that night
but suddenly all changed
the moon began to glow red
and your face began to fade
the image that i saw was not you
you were in my mind
the night that we had shared was only a shadow
as the fan that blazes near my window cries for you
and i wake up.
my eyes a shade of gray
pretending that what i was looking at was not a dream
why cant i have you in my arms??
it is killing me to pretend that i have hope
i am losing myself in this discntent
and yet there is no minority report
yet there is none.
i wash my face
which right now is pale from the thought that kissing your lips
was a misconception in identity.
i lay down.
close my eyes.
and wait for my final curtain
*this poem and the following poems were adapted loosely from the movie minority report...a movie i suggest u go see...P
