I’m sorry my love But it has to be done The clouds have moved in I’m no longer your sun My heart is aching At the thought of what was My will is breaking ... I’ve just had enough
sad, lone, broken love isn't it meant to be sweet? i dislike this pain
once again, a bad night. so i made this haiku, maybe this will get better in time, hopefully anyway. I'm fine, I'll be fine, it's fine, life is life, I'm writing to feel better.
It is a dream We'll never wake up from Like a psychedelic Hypnotic trance Deep in the dark Where only the blind Can see.
It's a love story That we are it's author's A beautiful movie We are the main characters But never got the script A motion picture That got out of focus.
A lone tree languished In the world’s oldest Forest It being the first Tree whose branches Had been butchered for a book Creating clean, crisp, pages And how the tree moaned It’s voice infecting the wind Howling throughout the night And lingering on into the day Causing the others trees to shun it They were content to merely sway In the breeze Or basking in high noon Concerned with nurturing Their own nutrients, Their sap preserving their old ways Until the first library First bookstore First College Came to claim them all
O Hallowed quieten! Adopt my flutter and absorb me Unveil my attaint and abide in me Establish a sanctuary, in my grime In the susurration of mine ministration .... cleanse this aloofness Make it my armour from foray And my soul to you will belong
If I want to plug in my headphones, I guess I'm rude That doesn't make any sense If I leak a tear, I'm being over-dramatic Can I not have emotions? If I'd rather read a book than hang out with everyone, I'm "emotional" I don't know if I can deal with this anymore. Sometimes I wish I was quiet all the time So I wasn't expected to be loud
