Don't write as much now as I used to, but when the feelings arise I still love to release them through my poems. Writing helps keep me sane in this crazy thing we call life. |
There once was a tale
a gloomy one indeed...
Emotions that have no touch;
An emptiness now consumes her...
In the land of make believe
the sun would always shine...
Ice cold eyes and diamond tears
looking back on broken dreams...
Roses wither, dry and crumble.
Love cannot be captured with death...
When the water recedes
And leaves a cold sandy floor...
The silence is so deafening, thoughts ringing...
My fingers cold and fragile, gently wipe away my...
Just pop another pill, these feelings will fade...
Just pop another pill, is what the doctors say...
Your holding on so tightly,
and I have no idea why...
I'll leave my porch light shinning,
even throughout the day...
I used to be a lover. |
I used to be a lover. |
Your perfection. Everything i dont deserve.* |