What's stuck deep would always stay stuck deep!
You pluck it you bleed,
You pluck dont you still bleed.

For all that i wonder i wished we meant all the songs we send for each other.

You can settle your mind with compromises but the heart,
The heart always wants what it wants.

I dont love to live.
I just live to love you another day.

Love isnt the same for everyone.

When i said
"
I dont fear death.
But i feel that if june 21 is the end of the world i dont wanna die without saying certain things to you.
"
She replied
"nice"
(thinking thats another one of my poems)
Now I really do hope this is the end of the world.

Oh slower!!
Slower!!!
My dear blood
Dont rush i dont wanna do this fast.
I wanna feel it,
Every ounce,
Every droplet of red rushing out of my body screaming her name,

Within a closed Casket lies my head weary and dread where i rest all my thoughts and finally free myself from the torments of my haunted long lost love,
For i know my love wasnt fickle,
But for her It was just my love not hers.