ok ill write about things now, things in life, experiences, pain, love, hate, anger, murder(instead of actually doing it...) i find it a beter way to express ones self in words than in any other form, a poem expresses a depth that is unfelt elsewhere in any other work. |
Mary knew what to do,
as she sat at the pew...
My heart races,
no more beats in steady paces...
With a blade at my throat,
i read her tender note...
Youll never kiss another will you?
never let another treat you with the love i do...
As love is lost, so be sleep.
join me now as i weep...
I cant with voice, though soul doth say.
i try with mouth, yet words decay...
As love is lost, so be sleep.
join me now as i weep...
Youll never kiss another will you?
never let another treat you with the love i do...
With a blade at my throat,
i read her tender note...
My heart races,
no more beats in steady paces...
Love is like a river, you fall in, you climb back out, every time. and then you fall in and the current drags you under, and there you remain, blisfully floating until the end. |
She realized too late, the extent of her fate... |
*pulling knife from lovers chest* remember love? till death do us part, well i guess this pretty much does it, huh? |