This is not a poem.....
I'm not going to talk to you about some girl or some boy who broke my heart. I'm not going to talk to you about the effects of falling in love or the downward spiral that connects depression and mental illnesses. No.

Cause this is not a poem.
This is not a poem because it lacks lucid emotion like a sociopathic lover, who just wants you for ***. This has no meaning.        

This is not a poem because poems are weak and for the ill of mind, the people that need a release before relapse FOR **** SAKES.....

This is not a poem because God ****** if it was, you wouldn't want to read it.

Life lived with melancholy is none thus decent
Romance has long been a disbelief until recent
Faced with souls of false benevolence that are countless
Gives me the urge to turn away from what is mountless
Angels were no more than mere demons in disguise
Preying on those with benefit will lead to their demise
However, the apple soon fell from the lonely tree of wither
And made its landing through the serene waters hither


Long have me and her walked across the grey shore
Until the journey soon brought to us a place to adore
A tree of healthy brown wood and green leaves
Grass so wholesome there was no more to please
The dusk settling in the western horizon by will
Where nature had its shine by the sight so tranquil
She and I sat upon nature's carpet under the tree
Gazing at heaven's eye whilst the apple has the watery clean


All the waves move in silence of our moment together
Not only externally but inside she and I become linked
Sitting close with each other embracing all around us
The touch is the key to proving our ever-longed bond
Two hearts become one as hands start the ****** caress
Kissing and hugging in the twilight is the divine love
The red sky of peace is a witness to our true unity
Beyond the surface has the apple turned fully ripe