They may not be the greatest, but my poetry means alot to me. They are born of pure emotion, and strike a nerve so deep in me that my whole being resonates. Judge the person behind the poetry, and not just the poetry. Alot of these are not true, but the majority of them are. I will occasionally see something going on and write about it in someone else's perspective. Unfortunately, I'm not the most talented writer, but, fortunately, it doesn't matter, because it's me that I'm writing for. |
I can't hate you anymore,
But I can't love you like I did before...
With twisted cinnamon love, look what he made
A ballroom heartattack, decaying masquerade...
Dear You.
Did you know that everyday I still wait...
Turn around, face me back down
Break away, and listen to the sound...
Did you finally give up on me
Have you forgotten what you wanted me to see...
And it was then that she realized
That she was going to be okay...
He wasn't aware of what he'd left behind
But when he returns he'll come to find...
Fatal attraction, morbid fascination, pure lustful...
Tear-drop fangs sink in with crimson kiss...
It's in the end that you find the beginning. If something never ends, you'll never have reason to begin something new. |