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Red Bergan Apr 2014
So many scars...
So many tears..
Why does it always end this way?

I Cannot stand living here at times,
It's become a nuisance..
I want to be free from the hold..
Of the Controlling..

I am a wolf caged..
By insanity and Lords.
Leave me be...
Let me go home..
Red Bergan Apr 2014
When will this end?
When will you relax?
You act like it's a sin,
To be imperfect.

All you do is correct,
Others than yourself.
You do realize I know,
You're being sneaky as hell.

I've caught you more than once,
But kept to my silence.
I don't trust you now.
You broke it in reference.

Trust issues form,
when one controls.
Maybe you should relax.
Or hit the road.
I'm sorry.. you've gone to far.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
My heart descends,
Into the realm of pain.
Clenching at the sound,
Of the everlasting screams.

I hug my knee's close,
Tears escape my eyes.
This severe pain never ends.
When I think of You and I.

Forbidden it has become,
Forever dead of love.
I fight still.

My soul wishes to surrender,
To stop its course.

I cannot take much more,
Of this dark world...
Red Bergan Apr 2014
My mind wanders blindly,
Deep thoughts spin.
Cascading me down into oblivion.

My heart aches,
From the past asunder...
These thoughts leave me defenseless.

What do I do now?

They cut me like a dagger,
That bare bodkin of despair.
My love is forbidden,
To break the surface.

The wings are entwined together,
Unable to beat..

Deep wounds,
Many lessons....
A Dark angel,
Scarred by her own weapon.
  Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Amanda
And it is midnight again.
We will write the date different.
Breakfast will be slightly changed,
hair will be terribly ruffled on one day,
then fine on the next.

Our souls may sometimes be coloured blue,
for now,
it's mellow sunshine melded with silent notes of wistfulness.

The handful of stars dotting across the grey-navy blue sky will sometimes become an infinite sprinkle.

Rain.
Sun.
Raindrops & damp hair.
Sunshine dancing across our collarbones.

Closed eyelids, but unclosed heart.

Tired soul but it keeps say a quiet 'No' to
sleep.

Lovely days flit in between the not-so-good ones.

And it is twelve at night again.
My white heart painted the loveliest red has been
trying & trying
to say
'Hello' or was it.. goodbye
to
yours

*again.
Hello there! How is your day going, lovely?
x
  Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Àŧùl
Welcome my darling, love welcome.

Enter this realm I created with love,
Into that inner room you follow me.

Stout & charming reddish cylinder,
Curious you look closely at the pole,
Muscles have stiffened up so much.

Eager as we both had expected this,
I look into the lovehole you possess.

In the lovehole I insert my lovepole.
Lovehole: Kisser, mouth
Lovepole: Quite the same, tongue
My HP Poem #607
©Atul Kaushal
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Why does it hurt?
This aching pain in my chest.
My ribs are burning,
As i fall to my death.
No one to love.
Just me alone.
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