Passion and Pain
They may tell you that they love you,
Sound utterly sincere,
You begin to mold your life around them,
Suddenly they dissapear,
Thieving away with your joy and light,
Plunging you into an endless night,
That warm heart you gave to them,
Is now cold and still,
Once you come across it on the floor,
It rips and black tears spill.
Papa commented on Passion and Pain
11-27-2010
TheBean commented on Passion and Pain
01-16-2010
01/16/2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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