I can't remember the last time we held each other tight, now loneliness just fills the cold night.
It has been six months since you left me, under the shadow of the willow tree.
Love causes pain, leaving me frigid to the core, yet in the end, it is a feeling I would kill for.
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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
Find myself falling for you But we haven't even met; Smile at the thought of your face But you haven't even seen me yet.
The fight for domination, only one can survive, the look of fear in their eyes, the smell of battle, causes them to thrive.
How can I stay focused, when you can't make up your mind, I think staying with you, is just a waste of my time.
Why do you always lead me on, making me want you so, craving for your very touch, thoughts of lust begin to flow. I want something more, than just ten minutes of flesh, thrown all over this floor..
It seems life's problems never die, just when I think its better, the reality makes me cry. When life seems at its end, I jump in my car, my one true friend.
She stained the walls red, Her memories covered the floor. He will never forget what she last said, "I'll love you nevermore.".
With your birthday approaching,. I sat to form the words,. That express my inner feelings,. Words that, as yet, don't exist,. Not in any culture,. Words the lack common sense,.
So scared and alone So lost and confused I miss the laughter But not being abused. I look in the mirror And hate what I see I'm mad at the way That you treated me.
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