I’ve loved your *** since the 11th grade. There were a few years when we went our separate ways, in due time we both knew we should of stayed.. Our lives were in ******* shambles.. Each passing day I would gamble, I’d hope, I’d pray.. Maybe I’ll see him this time, *** would I even say?? Hey love, I’ve missed you... Still remember the day when I first kissed you. I remember 9/11 was a day of much conflict and disarray But in Reseda, California, we put the egos, pride and ******* at bay.. Shared our dreams, we talked about life, what it’s like without each other and what it all means.. there’s a fine line between love and hate. there’s no madness without love. I don’t really believe in fate. When it comes to matters of the heart there ain’t much you can say It’s ok, I wouldn’t have it any other way.. cause you’re my man crush everyday
Happy Monday I write about how much he ****** me off all the time.. But there’s a reason why I put up with it I love him.....
Revolted fading decay Did pursuade, Like blood on the shore, To write with the blackness of my heart And with hope nevermore
The black ink blooms on paperback, With the heart that spurts its veins Accross the page Growing into its darkness and pains
The white fading, drimpel, dubbed unpailing With the words posing as potent but poison Possesed in perfect form of pretence...
The Words so falsly true... The words bleeding out, "I love you"
Tribute to Edgar Poe. The poem tells the story about a writer who utterly despises love, but when he himself gets tangled in it, he gives in and writes a letter expressing his feelings towards his love interest...
Dead, the day before yesterday. Grieved by it, personally, Reputation: few or no friends Suggested art - lost its erratic stars A dreamer! Dwelling in ideal realms -the brain- Madness
Indistinct curses with eyes upturned, already ******. Happiness wit hglances introverted, shrouded in gloom, arms wildly beating spirits - sought to forget close by, those glimpses open to the doom of death
I pulled these lines from the Obituary of Edgar Allen Poe to construe a poem that I feel has both a theme of its own but draws aspects from Poe's life as well.