hey my name is Andrea and i hate to love, i love to write, it keeps me living, even when people around me die. i saw my father die in August, unexpected, but fatal heart attack. poems keep me from things i'm sure i'd regret. They've kept me here so far. So to everyone who writes, thank you. |
He\'s gone from me
gone from life...
Run from a heartbeat
pounding in ears...
My eyes are black
but blue to you...
What is love
but death to all...
Love does not listen to logic
i have learned this lesson so hard...
I always wonder
if anyone has eyes...
Love does not listen to logic
i have learned this lesson so hard...
What is love
but death to all...
I hurt you with my hardened words and turned away...
The image stuck with me for days past that time...
My eyes are black
but blue to you...
Is life worth dying for or is death worth living for? |
Ignorance is bliss, but love is blissful suicide. |