poems are made by fools like me.... |
We meet and it begins
The sound of violins...
They always leave me hanging
Don't know the reason why...
Holding on to what's now lost
Taking the drug of love for a cost...
Eros, let my heart be!
This love is slowly killing me...
I dare not to speak of the object of my bliss
I dread the absence of your kiss...
As Luna draws near
The sky turns sincere...
Sighing to every star I see
Wishing for one of them to flee...
Greetings may have come a thousand strong
On a day when the brightest sunflower grazed...
This road of an empty shadow
Lies broken by the winds of change...
Amidst the fog most warriors would not cross
Lies a treasure no one dared to remember...
If you wanna end up with the right person, you've got to make it happen. the best people are always taken. if you don't steal them, you won't have them |
Love and reason are sworn enemies |
In every love tragedy, |