"blis" poems
Their are many thing that I don't know.
I'm not so nieve as to not acknowledge this.
But it would apear as if the wold has forgotten what it's like to be in love.
How sad to think of all that they will sadly miss.
Parents scorn and scold for holding hands, and punish more for even a kiss.
Forgotten are the days of pasion and lust that bring about the only blis.
Jelous friends look upon with disgust and hatered.
their envy glowing green.
When others have what all want most
it's easy to be mean.
I won't let my friends and family tear us apart
and ruin the happiness we have earned.
All i can do is love you with all I have
and hope that my love is equally returned.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC
So much anger
And pent up pain
You'd think can
Make you strong again
To turn the one you hate
Into a less-than-mental state
Of a fragile mind
Broken twice too many times
**** that and "Shove" this
Are the choice beginnings blis-
tering into the scorch of
The scorned Sir or Miss
Even though a simple
"Go to hell" would suffice.
Them, I speak of now
For they always somehow
Manage to get by
And heal, in due time.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC