writing is essential for my life, realizations and occurances, even common thought, can be so much vastly expressed within the right words. I often enjoy writing in the oddest of times, but I guess that's what is what makes a unique poem. For anyone who is reading this, you are welcome to become my friend, I appear to have none. Good luck in the future. |
Why is there no end to this depression?
What is it they want, what is their discretion...
They say its love when there is but a spark
You've lit my flame, it burns through the dark...
Cleansing essence of the purified ocean,
Wave after wave of the cloudy blue...
Departure of our love I sit here alone,
For I was maybe, not the one for you...
I wander these lonely streets,
Sighing in disbelief...
"Kill two birds with one stone." |
If I jumped off a building... |
In the puzzle of you, the piece that always seems to be missing is the piece of your heart. |