"behinde" poems
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other
Can judge a perfect Lover;
Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agree
That any loves but hee;
I cannot say I'lov'd. for who can say
Hee was kill'd yesterday?
Lover withh excesse of heat, more yong than old,
Death kills with too much cold;
Wee dye but once, and who lov'd last did die,
Hee that saith twice, doth lye:
For though hee seeme to move, and stirre a while,
It doth the sense beguile.
Such life is like the light which bideth yet
When the lights life is set,
Or like the heat, which fire in solid matter
Leave behinde, two houres after.
Once I lov's and dy'd; and am now become
Mine Epitaph and Tombe.
Here dead men speake their last, and so do I;
Love-slaine, loe, here I lye.
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No Lover saith, I love, nor any other
Can judge a perfect Lover;
Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agree
That any loves but hee;
I cannot say I’lov’d. for who can say
Hee was kill’d yesterday?
Lover withh excesse of heat, more yong than old,
Death kills with too much cold;
Wee dye but once, and who lov’d last did die,
Hee that saith twice, doth lye:
For though hee seeme to move, and stirre a while,
It doth the sense beguile.
Such life is like the light which bideth yet
When the lights life is set,
Or like the heat, which fire in solid matter
Leave behinde, two houres after.
Once I lov’s and dy’d; and am now become
Mine Epitaph and Tombe.
Here dead men speake their last, and so do I;
Love-slaine, loe, here I lye.
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You've done it, gone in the ways and mistook my apathy for empathy. When have I ever shown a range of emotion like the arch of a rainbow? Instead, blending into the background in shades of dark, dusty hues. My lackadaisical whims are nothing compared to the logic behinde string theory, or was it a theory based on my lack of range in emotions. I could be wrong but then again, I am an apathetic person.
So what do I know?
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
I remember that bitter cold winter night you i sat by the fire crying.you didn't even stop to look back one last time.for me all hope was gone love had left its scar on my heart.
As the years past i found someone else who loved me.he taught me how to love again showing me a whole new world.he always said your lost was his gain.you become a painful memory best forgotten about.
You said it was us againist the world promise were made but never kept.i believed all the lies and storise now i am the fool.the love we had was bitter and sour.
You strom into my life again as if nothing has happen.asking me leave this happen life behinde and come with you.you'll never love me as i love you.
You will stay with me for a while and you'll break my heart again.how could you do this to me just when i am happy.my place is here were i will be happy
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
What if you let go
and fall through
Will you watch me
fall apart?
What consumes me
Makes me bleed
You can see these
feelings,looking
through the glass.
And tell me,How
do you hide the shame
The crowded streets
seem so quiet
You dont have to try
then you won't have to feel
How can you see,Why
I hide behinde these walls
it's all i've got,memories
left broke,scars never disapear
Afraid the days behinde me
will break me,Afraid to fight.
Hide behinde my walls
Maybe nevers,Something more
than mistakes,Tell me who i'm not.
Live life,like it's all you've got!
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC