Crown of Thorns

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    • is listening to music hoping it can help the bordom

    Crown of Thorns

    I am drawn to her.
    Obsession has taken full Force.
    And in the night I
    Creep through the rooms,
    Searching for that careless Soul.
    But I don’t find her;
    I never do.
    I look through the pictures;
    Tracing her tormented life that’s related to my own.
    Hoping that one-day she’ll give
    Me the answer.
    No number to call.
    No address to write.
    I’ve lost her.
    I need to be cured,
    Without her I am no one.
    I carry no love around her;
    Only my heart and friendship that has been given to everyone.
    She’s selfish.
    In her golden chair
    She curses anyone who disagrees with her.
    I am not drawn to her.
    I am disgust by her beauty.
    Foolish girl in love with what she can’t have.
    She envies me.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Tison’s Poems (27)

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    For Old Times Sake 0
    Falling Behind 0
    Only To Be Lost Inside 2
    No Turning Back 1
    Malice's Obsession -3
    Inside 1
    Guilty 3
    Green Grass 2
    Good-Bye 0
    Eternal 1
    Completeness 0
    Calamity 0
    Calamity 0
    No Better Than I 0
    He's Not Telling Me 2
    For the Courage and for the Brave 0
    Crown of Thorns 0
    Temporary 2
    White Locus 0
    Warrior 0
    Smiles Strangle Me 0
    For You 3
    To You I am 1
    Where I Stand 0
    Miserable 2
    Lasting Moments 0
    Bad Habits 3