People are always
Constantly trying to...
If love is a deadly battlefield
Between pleasure and pain...
My heart can never age
While it feel the pulse of your name...
For Life's drippy water faucet
The World is a drag...
I could sit here all night
And cry these sad tears...
Does anybody know
The path from a broken heart...
Within the vicinity of the Heavens
Down those charming streets of Paradise...
Sometimes happy
sometimes sad...
Before you read this poem I made this up a
new form of poetry called Denary Unrhyming. It has...
Those raindrops that keep falling
Falling on my head...
So once again
The pens in hand...
What have you achieved,
Since separating away from me...