Id stare
into the sun
If it had
your eyes

I can
only write
Good
Poetry when
I want
To die.
I need to be heart
Broken
Again

i
hate to see
u
cry
but I love to
dry your eyes

Only she can
Leave
Me
Andbreak my heart,
And then
Break
My
Heart
When I see her cry.

A fine accoutrement, be sure,
A funeral pall of gold,
A lively crown the laurels make,
For those that death preserved

And death, his hand, or her's,
For death is equal parts,
Is softer than a velvet veil,
And harder than men's hearts

Oh friend, do not the silence break,
With comfort driven word,
I know where we are going
It needst not be heard

And though this world I leave,
Another comes to view!
Oh friend it is so lovely!
It would be glorious with you!!!!

And do not be afraid, my friend,
When death comes seeking you,
The hall of death is velvet soft,
The sweetest of all fruits!!!

They say that heaven,
Is there in the skies,
And hell is beneath us,
Below those who died,

But I challenge this thought,
This belief held by many,
For hell is on earth,
Where men dwell aplenty,

And toil and suffer,
And seek a nepenthe,
But my joyous heaven,
Needs not a nepenthe,

You needn't look up,
It's not in the skies,
For my heaven's seat,
Sits there in her eyes

We sat
In
Bed
                 Just staring.
She               Said
I'm
Not here
And I don't love
                              You
I chuckled
             And
Said with a             Gleam in
   My
Eye
Oh baby
             I
  Know.
I            Hate
    You