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why am I here? why are you here? other than to experience life in all its grandeur and illusion the good, the bad, and in between lately it seems more bad tha the latter a black depression clouds my mind lightning in front, rain behind can I save myself? am I able? can I hold the sun to dry the stable? or will I burn my hands from love and lust? love.... the bloody beating in my chest lust.... the barbed wire around my neck those of which we hold so precious nothing but fucking lies and deception Id rather drowned in a pool of my own blood than hear your lies of what could or should I was cursed at birth with this trait the need for love, for romance, to dance, to be to feel, to see, to hear and reel.... in love alas, I am a worthless, hopeless cause a man with love in his soul bound to a cross soon enough..... the love will stop beating the barbed wire pulled tight until the light fades and life is fleeting farewell |
Oh my gosh... this is such a powerfully sad poem! Why does love have to hurt? Why can't you find the true love that is meant for you? I hope for you one love, one happiness, and less pain! You know, love shouldn't hurt... if only you could find the person for you! Good luck my friend. | Posted on 2005-04-18 00:00:00 | by psycho_1 | [ Reply to This ] | |