Heartbroken and torn, i find comfort in my Lord. My poems were inspired by love in it's truest form. Yet dreams may turn into nightmares, a bitter cold taste. It may be a while until i write again, i promised only to when i find my soul mate more »
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Never Die Poems
Our Darkest Night
What is worth living when even the most beautiful Doves die? What is life when no one can hear you cry? Even the most starry nights have to end some time. The beauty to the sunshine just seems to never rise here in this nightmare in on this wonderful moon-lit night.
Looking into your eyes, lost in the midst of dreams never looking back i enter a state of dimensia, all pain is forgotten, what does this mean? lost in your eyes, unable to see, im blind from beauty
Sweet Rain Of The Fall
You take my pain and drown my love in your name, Take my heart as yours; don’t hurt what can never be tamed Sweet rain of the fall Watch as my heart pours love and all
My Blissful Rose
my rose, whence love consumes with withering thorns, love is our passion, its beauty is thirsty, my love for her cries out of vain if only she knew my love will never rust, if only she knew i bear her name of lust
Beauty Beyond Rainbows
Yet Rainbows show color, you show more than what is true. Blue, red, they are not as deep as the love im in with you. Passionate red, precise pink, they will never compare to the perfection I see Envy green, what everyone sees when they wish they were you to be
This Endless Moment
Standing side by side, knee deep in our love’s rainfall Crime is to denounce the beauty in your name that love is called 0ur love is a restless flame, wild, beautiful, cannot be tamed Life without you is never the same
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Our Darkest Night
What is worth living when even the most beautiful Doves die?
What is life when no one can hear you cry?
Even the most starry nights have to end some time.
The beauty to the sunshine just seems to never rise here in this nightmare in on this wonderful moon-lit night.
how do we cry when our tears will soon dry?
how can we die when we're already dead inside?