All the poems on this site of mine are about 5-6 years old. Turns out, I wasn't as good of a writer as I thought I was. =) Oh well. Enjoy. |
All those times I let you go
In my heart I would always know...
No, we didn't have sex
but we did all the rest...
You tell me where I should go
and what I should do...
Shifting, changing
a world rearranging...
You're changing right before my eyes
am I to believe that the promises were lies...
You set the stage, Ill turn on the lights
You have no idea of what you are in for tonight...
Why is this hurting me, why do I feel the need to...
I want to pick you up
not let you down...
Its something I never thought would happen to me
The urge is stronger than I could ever be...
Contamination, Damnation
lack of civil sobriety...
They say that "Guns don't kill people...People kill people". Well, I think the gun helps. If you just stood there and yelled "BANG!", I don't think you would kill too many people. |
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. |
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. |