Things are different now.
I feel even more alone...
...
First version of the poem...
With that desire in his soul,
Nothing but a cauldron of lust...
Nobody taught me how to love you
It was already in my heart...
I planted the worlds last flower
In the garden by the brook...
A wilting rose once poised with such elegance,
Now taken by hate hanging by loose threads...
Her Story:
This girl, her name is Amanda...
Her eyes were the color of faraway love
where temptation feared to tread...
Last night you took your life away
In one moment you were gone...
I realized how much I loved you
Two weeks to late...
Everyone laughs...
Everyone shouts...
Why cant you see what I see... You people read...
These people who act like they care so much about...