Love is a fragile thing easily taken too soon A bud plucked before the flower bloomed When she met death he was heartbroken desperate to save her soul With song and lyre he persuaded the god of death to restore her life As long as he didn't look back Too little too late Early did he glance back to hear a whisper spoken; 'Farewell' As she was pulled further into the darkness
This poem ***** I know its true I'm obviously bored I dunno what to do So from one bored person to another (that would be you) Lets find something less suckish to do
Every word knives in an already tattered heart Every disdain remark Mutilating an already shattered spirit Tormenting rejection Unquenchable tears Hidden dejection Unnesesary fears This is all I'll ever be It may not be who I am on the exterior Vivacious is what you think you see But what I am is inferior