The rain, falling softly on her skin
The pain, entering her lonely soul
Dark and gloomy, falling down a hole
In love, a tragic tale
Everything, smoke, mirrors, and blackmail
First, everything was fine
Living on cloud nine
One drunken night is all it takes
He made a few too many mistakes
She stayed, followed his commands
“Don’t you ******* tell” he demands
A painful strike across the face
She was a disgrace

Afraid to believe, afraid to confess
She was an angel in distress
All she needed was a knight
Too bad no one was in sight
A beautiful girl, everyone loved her
A sinister man, he was a saboteur
She wanted to leave him, to get out of there
All she needed was a sinner’s prayer
Too bad no one was in sight

loving you
was such an intense feeling,
kind of like
galaxies exploding in my chest,
eventually a supernova:
so beautifully tragic

Dared and took a chance to hoping you'll remain.
Anxious and broken with the same cycle all over again.
Numbness settled deep in our very souls.
Never alone but the loneliness always follows.
Years with you would finally take away the longing and pain.

my heart beats as i lay on your chest
conquering your love was some kind of quest
your love for me will be so deep
that when i leave you will do nothing but weep
i hope i touch the darkest parts of your soul,
turning them into nothing but gold
my looks can be decieving
and thinking that i love you must be relieving

i'm not here to stay, my love
i will soon fly away like a silent dove

Darling,
You’re drinking away,

all that’s left of you.

You’re smoking away,

every youth of your life.

Won’t you please stop?

Oh, if only you could see
what’s 
under those weight you carry with you;
Is a beautiful, young and strong lady.

A tender, loving and careful soul.

You are,
A lady destined for greater things.
Just sadly born into a life,
With everything to lose.

oh, What a shame.

Have you ever met the right person at the wrong time?
Me too...
He was the best thing that has ever happened to me..
We were perfect for each other but i wasn't ready.

I was 16, he was 18 we had known eachother for a couple of years, he was tall and he smelled nice.
He had blue eyes and dark brown hair.

He was a ****** up kid.
He had just gotten his drivers license, so he raced.
He got drunk om school nights.
He smoked one pack a day.

But when i was in his car he drove below the speed limit, because he knew i had anxiety.
He stopped the drinking cause he knew i didn't like it and he stopped smoking cause he didn't wanna make my asthma worse.

He became a nice guy, doing everything he could to make me feel like a princess...
When we had been together for 5 months he dropped out of school..
I got dissappointed and he promised he would get a job and get his **** together, but he was busy caring for me.

He wanted to get married.
He was about to turn 19 and his friends started to get married and have kids.. and he wanted that too...
But i wasn't ready...
I was 16 and just started high school...  i wasn't ready to even imagine myself starting a family yet..

So after 9 months i ended it.. with a text... i had to breathe... i needed space..
But i know that if i had met him 5 years later i would have spent the rest of my life with him..
We had the same values, we agreed on everything, rarely faught, had the same view on kids..
But i wasn't ready...
So i ended it with a text...

The most tragic story isn't the one written by Shakespeare
or Hans Christian Andersen

It is not about Romeo, Juliet and their forbidden love, dying together

Nor a man, a mermaid and their impossibility to live for each other

It is about a writer and a reader:
Where the writer has written down, in every language, every realistic & imaginable word & emotion for the world
But the reader doesn't even have a chance to read them

The most tragic story is about the reader who can not read, and in the end, the writer who will not write

The most tragic happily ever after is where the reader and writer end each other

Trump's targeted the EPA,
an agency that's in the way
of rich polluters everywhere
who foul the water, land and air.

Employees there may no more tweet.
With journalists, they may not meet.
No external communication.
No Facebook use across the nation.

For issues such as climate change
don't fit the script that Trump's arranged.
Oil wells and pipelines he has planned,
to snake across the hinterland.

He wants to dig and burn the coal.
He doesn't care. He has no soul.
He showers his troupe of alt-right *******
with platitudes and promised riches.

Oh what a sad and tragic day
when Trump destroyed the EPA.