I hurt. It aches and aches and I don't know how to make it stop. I don't know how to be happy. |
Crimson Raindrops fall
from a Black Sky of regret...
I lie awake, thinking only of you.
Is this what the lovestruck go through...
Thy tender heart beats lightly in thy bosom.
Thine angelic face I cradle close, whispering...
There once was a young man of twenty,
in love with a girl of sixteen...
There once was a young man of twenty,
in love with a girl of sixteen...
Where did our conversations go?
They used to last so long...
Falling so hard;
Moving way too fast...
Tears well up, threatening to o\'erspill these...
Blackened; That\'s what society calls fashion...
Must poems always be about love, or hate?
Must they always mention God, or fate...
I can't do this on my own anymore. My strength is fading, and my mask is cracking and breaking. |
I hurt so bad. It aches and aches and never stops. Maybe it never will. |
I cried so hard I couldn't breathe. And then I cried some more. Then I turned to my dreams... I pretended everything was okay. And for a little while it was. |