I hardly ever write poetry now, |
Im so tired
of what i see...
Why am i cursed
with this gift of charm...
Im sorry
for what you didnt know...
Love or lust
desire and pain...
I sit here
waiting for you...
A wish dreamt by many
Granted to few...
Your death bed
where the reaper awaits you...
Whispers: Don't fall in love with me
In the dark filled with shadows...
*Note: Not all poems have to rhyme. Havent written...
Once lived free...
Living a lie everyday
wearing false smiles...
For what is love to not feel |