To these whom death again did wed
This grave ’s the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force
‘Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.

Make your world bright
Move towards the light
Reach for the sky
And set your standards high
Be the one who inspires
Show them that you have the fire
Do not ever give up hope
Continue to reach higher

Her eyes are filled with tears
Because you have hurt her deeply
You never really cared for her
You have destroyed yourself completely
She can never trust you anymore
You have thrown everything away
Nothing but dark clouds on the horizon
There is nothing more to say

I
Could not
Let it go.
His addiction
Is pulling you down.
But what can I do to
Change the way you see this world
And make everything okay?
All my attempts are failing you, Dear.
Nothing seems to matter anymore, love.
I wish I could steal you away from that home,
But instead I'll just write a ******* grow poem

If everyday was like a dream
This insomnia would be great
But it's not, and it isn't. So **** it.

You don't scare us.
We scare us.
We should scare you too.