I didn't fall in love of coarse
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through.











I noticed atfterward after I searched my poem on the Internet after I wrote it that it's already a poem... So um, I guess cheers to the guy who really made this? By Leonard Cohen

Sorry Leonard, didn't mean to steal it.  :P

I lay next to you,
Smiling because you make me happy.
I'm suddenly overwhelmed
By the feelings I can't
Control.

You hand me another book to read.
Our fingertips brush.
I feel the electricity, don't you?

You came over to my house one day,
Helping me with my studies,
That's all.
But when I paraded half naked in front of you
I saw the looks in the mirror.

Your eyes look famished,
Desperate for a drink.
Your mouth was slightly open
You looked in awe.
You searched my curves,
Your fingers traced my bones.

All I could see through the mirror
Was how much you wanted me.
Did you want me?
Or
Did you want the curves?
I'd let you use me,
But you'd rather not,
Why?

I could show you things,
Things unimaginable.
I could trace every inch of your body,
I could kiss every inch of your soul.
I could make you know what love is
But No!

I'm not her, am I?
I'm me. And me is all I can ever be.

You see, I'm alone.

Even with you lying next to me,
I can feel your heartbeat,
Memorize your breathes.
I can still smell the scent you left behind that day,
And still see your body
On the bed next to me.

It would never matter because I never will.

All the ******* and all the lies
I dare you to take a look inside.
Behind the cracked armor
I'm really a broken soldier.
Those who were your friends,
Your brothers and sisters
Were really enemies with secret identities
Those who you chose to trust
Stabbed you blindly in the back.
And tonight they're everything
Everywhere
In the nightmares
In the memories
I never thought it would be so hard.
And now I'm addicted.
I need it just as much as they needed me
As much as I need them.
And it's this pain and anguish
That will finally help me get over you.

Peaks reach up with puckered lips
dying to kiss the sky
Hills not lush, but green with envy
at the rain, lucky to dwell on high
but the peaks cannot fathom
why the rain would fall to the tree and the sea
when the sky is what they want so very desperately
such is the nature of desire
all seems greener on divergent pastures

forgive me mum but it’s begun;
frustration’s taken hold,
behold!

been sitting here
a day or year
just waiting to get old…

blood-shot eyes again,
you comprehend?
no **** she’s on the ***

and grasp that ballpoint pen,
again
I hope she’s got a plot

I'm quite sorry
no plot for me,
I’m simply not that able

I’ll spit some views,
I’ll sip some *****,
make poems out of fables

it’s really not that
interesting,
but something in me’s beckoning

to write write write!
so I’ll write write write
while you sleep and work and eat and live;

I won’t eat or sleep or work
I live
to write write write
and I write to live

you put peace signs over bullet holes,
you kissed the wounds and you prayed;
oh you prayed!
you said darling, it’ll be O.K.
they laughed because they ******* knew
it would never be O.K.
(oh they'd make **** sure of that)
didn’t you put petunias in pistols?
and you sang and you danced and
begged
give love a chance!
yeah, times of true romance.
well my little flower child
you're all grown up, flavourless,
mild;
I'm looking but
where are you now?
(come back because we need you now)