why does love seem to be the light
in a path so dark and lonely
only to leave us alone in the middle of it
why does love seem to be the hope
in the eyes of the hopeless
only to leave us wretched
why does love deceive us
and why do we let it

the beast will **** you
you will lose yourself
a smile from the devil
is all it takes
to lose the battle of hell

I've always written about people
who do not deserve my words
The next time I pick up my pen
it's gonna be for people who deserves their name on the title

We were all meant to write our own stories
My mistake, I handed you my pen

No matter how high you fly
You fell to the ocean
only to find home in it

I was taught
not to write
when i could not find the right words

Poetry is more than just
pen and paper
Poetry is a feeling
waiting to be heard
waiting to be written
waiting to be felt