BITTER SWEET VALANTINE
WHAT IS IT TO LOVE? IS IT THE FEELING OF BUTTERFLIES SOARING WILDLY IN YOUR STOMACH OR IS IT THAT UNCONTROLLABLE OBSESSION?
WILL LOVE FIND ME HERE IN THIS DEMONS DOMAIN OF ENDLESS THOUGHTS OF FURY? MY MIND WONDERS THROUGH THE DARK AND DIRTY HALL REACHING OUT FOR THE HELPING HAND THAT NEVER EXTEND THEIR TAUNTING FINGERS TO CARESS MY SHAKING LIFELESS BODY.
PULSE SLOWING......BLOOD CLOTTING.......VEINS COLLAPSING
MY WIILL DEPLETED
THEN A TOUCH.....SOMEONE HAS SENT A THRILLING CHILL THROUGH MY SPINE DOWN MY LIMBS CAUSING UNRULY TWITCHING AS I AWAKE TO THIS NEW SENSUAL EXPERIENCE TO FIND THE AFFECTION THAT I MISSED........ A DREAM.
NO ONE HAS COME TO MY RESCUE. i STILL LAY IN THE DIRT, PONDERING WHY.......WHY MY MIND WOULD PLAY SUCH A CRUEL JOKE.
WILL ROMEO EVER ARRIVE AT MY BELCONY? I THINK NOT HE HAS BEEN CAST TO THE ANGRY SEA WITH ALL MY DREAMS LOCKED IN HIS HEART. I WILL MOURN WITH TEARS OF BLOOD BUT RECOVER WITH A HEART OF STONE. NEVER TO FALL FOR CUPIDS IMAGINARY ARROW.
LOVE
WHAT IS IT TO LOVE? WHAT IS TO LUST? SHALL I WORRY THAT THE FIRST HAS NO MEANING AND THE SECOND HAS BEEN CRUELLY FORCED UPON ME? WAS THAT LOVE OR LUST? IT WAS LUST, LUST TO BE WITH SOME ONE WHO CARED, SOMEONE TO HOLD WHEN SAD, AND SOMEONE TO LAUGH WITH WHEN HAPPY. WHY THEN CALL IT LOVE FOR IT WAS LUST TO FELL LOVE?
WHEN WILL LOVE THEN ARRIVE, WITH A KNOCK ON MY FRONT DOOR? OR WILL IT SNEAK IN MY DREAMS AND ROB MY HEART AS I SLUMBER UNAWARE? OR SHALL IT BE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT AND ASK ME TO DINNER AND A MOVIE? NO, IT SHALL NOT HAPPEN LIKE THAT IT WILL GROW STRONGER AS TIME PASSES AWAY. WITH WISPERING OF CUPID TO REMIND US, AND SUDDEN BURDENS TO KEEP US AWARE OF THE UNTHINKABLES. WITH PASSIONATE NIGHTS, AND SOON, A YOUNG GENERATION TO CARE FOR.
WHEN SHALL LOVE THEN ARRIVE, NOBODY KNOWS BUT KEEP A FAITHFULL WATCH AND A DILIGENT REMINDER THAT IT WILL COME.
ASSHOLE
SELF PROCLAIMED, YOU SAY IT FREELY, NEVER CARING THAT IT IS MEARLY... JUST A ROUSE TO HIDE YOUR FEELINGS OF ANGER, HATRED AND MISTRUST.
I SEE THIS OH SO CLEARLY THAT YOU HAVE FORSAKEN YOURSELF FOR SOME MEMORY, THAT QUITE TRULEY ISNT WORTH YOUR QUERY.
I THOUGHT YOU DIFFERENT, STRONG, AND RESILENT BUT NOW I SEE THAT YOUR JUST SILLY. A MAN WITHOUT CAUSE OR CARE.
STANDING THERE WEARILY PROFUSING TO BE MY FRIEND AND MORE DEPENDING, YOU CONTINOUSLY BREACH THE MORAL BORDERS.
I FEEL THE NEED TO END TO END THE CHARADE, TO RAISE WARNING THAT IT NEARS THE TIME FOR MOURNING AND SO THE BATTLE BEGINS.
BUT WITH YOUR PASSING I GO STRONGER, I WILL HEAR MY KINSMIN SCREAM AND HOLLAR REJOYCING MY VICTORIOUS POWER.