There he was With his black velvet heart Smooth to touch, to feel, to love Drawing me into that luxuriousness of this man Something so soft, but so dark, so dark.
So I continued to be drawn by the softness, the richness The dark eyes, dark hair, oh the lair Once captured there was no escape My heart forever was bound by his sultry all No escape for whom we fall.
I shall never leave my cell Of love that is lost and at great cost Was my love was for him. In my dreams he does come But only with pain To hurt me, break me over again Oh the love that was lost at such a great cost.
I lost my heart to him and to him alone My sweet innocent heart placed at his throne Till death do us part was so very wrong It simply did not last that long But for him my mind does still roam.
To love again I will never impart Because of his black velvet heart.
This poem is about the first and only true love of my life.
Sometimes, when the person I love hurt me the most. I wish I could give you my pain just for one moment.
Well, not to hurt you, but to make you understand how much you hurt me and all the pain you gave me.
I wish that karma come to you. You really broke my heart really hard. you said i was the one who hurt you. That a big lie man. you secret friend told me that you where a *******. And that you broke her too. At first i didn't trust her. But I know now is true. I try to talk to you but your text hit me so hard that I cried and never talked to you. 3/6/2018 3 days before
Our world is one surrounded by comforting illusion, that one may choose to live by. We waste our days and nights away with our brains an uncharted mystery. How one can ignore the death and pain and global ongoing crisis means their mind truly is shrouded in fog. At some point we all shall care weather it be near death or from the start, but what we all share at the end of our illusions is the darkness in our hearts