GOTHIC POEM (come on, everyone needs at least one)
My happiness like autumn turns brown
Dries out rivers of sympathy
My hope is like winter and turns rivers ice
The sunshine in spring, up before the break of dawn hints at my poker face
Summer weather droughts every thought
Strangles the idea to strive with heatstroke
In the sunshine it’s understood
when that little voice says
It's a ride toward madness
Caress your dreams with nightmares in your bed
You'll see what others have bled for
their secrecy shall lie with the nightmares you keep
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
GOTHIC POEM (come on, everyone needs at least one)
My happiness like autumn turns brown
Dries out rivers of sympathy
My hope is like winter and turns rivers ice
The sunshine in spring, up before the break of dawn hints at my poker face
Summer weather droughts every thought
Strangles the idea to strive with heatstroke
In the sunshine it’s understood
when that little voice says
It's a ride toward madness
Caress your dreams with nightmares in your bed
You'll see what others have bled for
their secrecy shall lie with the nightmares you keep
this is word for word