So basically im one that really believes in love and the pain that comes along with it. It's safe to say I haven't lived a very easy life and I've had my share of struggles. Sad poems are my favorite just because a lot of the times I can relate. Writing is just a great way to vent... |
I sit here in the dark
imagining the past...
I study the pieces of my broken heart
that i hold in my hands...
I wake up everyday
and stare at myself in my mirror...
Her presence brings him bliss
her laugh makes him content...
Intensity builds up
You feel the pressure inside...
Sitting here in my room
staring at the floor...
I think of you every chance I get
every minute to be exact...
Home is a place i find very interesting
home is a place i find hard to be...
The gaze in your eyes
tells me that this has to be real...
Intensity builds up
You feel the pressure inside...
True love is real, thats for certain, but is our longing quest to find the truest of true love only hurting our potential of love completely? |
If love lasts forever, why does it always seem to end? |
As the minutes pass, i watch the past, the tears begin to fall, and i have to crawl in my own swirl of emotion....if only i could forget the past |