Ok for some reason I am in a poetry mood, hope you all enjoy
Dream
I hear you crying softly in the night.
Lady, you know I never cry...
Even when Im torn apart inside.
You left me standing
So, so alone
And Im without your love
Now that I need it the most.
The long, lonely beaches
Down on the coast
Whisper your name...
Calling softly to my heart.
Memories of you
Bring a pain so sharp.
Was it a dream I once had?
A dream of love, I lost it.
Is it a dream Im dreaming?
Living in a dream...
Dying for a dream...
Of yesterday.
Eyes of Dust
Youre a pre-fabricated man,
Living in a dream world.
Everything according to plan;
But who produced your morals?
Remember,
You cant be me
If youre not free
From Lifes misery.
Maybe were all plastic lies
In someones imagination;
And perhaps you just live to die...
But you cant exceed expectations.
Remember,
You cant see me with eyes of dust
And you cant feel free
With a soul of rust.
Sometimes I feel like a puppet
With society pulling the strings.
Their rules and laws I covet;
And to the insanity of Life I cling.
Remember,
You cant feel me
With a heart of stone
And your minds not free
When youre alone.
Dream
I hear you crying softly in the night.
Lady, you know I never cry...
Even when Im torn apart inside.
You left me standing
So, so alone
And Im without your love
Now that I need it the most.
The long, lonely beaches
Down on the coast
Whisper your name...
Calling softly to my heart.
Memories of you
Bring a pain so sharp.
Was it a dream I once had?
A dream of love, I lost it.
Is it a dream Im dreaming?
Living in a dream...
Dying for a dream...
Of yesterday.
Eyes of Dust
Youre a pre-fabricated man,
Living in a dream world.
Everything according to plan;
But who produced your morals?
Remember,
You cant be me
If youre not free
From Lifes misery.
Maybe were all plastic lies
In someones imagination;
And perhaps you just live to die...
But you cant exceed expectations.
Remember,
You cant see me with eyes of dust
And you cant feel free
With a soul of rust.
Sometimes I feel like a puppet
With society pulling the strings.
Their rules and laws I covet;
And to the insanity of Life I cling.
Remember,
You cant feel me
With a heart of stone
And your minds not free
When youre alone.
nikonphoto80:
Very very good, and very very personal. Is that about you? I use to do a lot of weightings mostly short stores but some poems I miss it. So wow smart, talented and beautiful cant get much better than that. 
justice:
Nods both of them are about me... the first one was back when I was going through a faze as to if actualy was bi or not... I have only dated to this day one female and when she broke up with me that was when I wrote the first poem... but since then I have been strickly Men. The last poem well... that was my mind going wild yesturday afternoon...