#notmuchofapoet

[toohautetohandle]

Brief moments when I think of you always positively- I really loved you. But change is inevitable That's all I did You couldn't deal with it You didn't fight for me But I'm happy now And it sure as hell is damn right I don't cry anymore Late at night

[birdofparadise19]

I'm growing numb, Day by day. Less emotions, Not much to say. My love is draining, My dreams are sinking. Not much to say, Memories blinking. I guess I'm just tired...

[jennyberliner]

Sometimes I like to write. Not a poet.

I wanted to spend and eternity in each kiss. Yet your words are empty pages worn by time and neglect. Your eyes that are hungry for something more than this: eat at my soul. We are stuck in-between this world and the next. Our path is hidden by this heavy mist.

[magickalrebel]

Late night poetry

Weak and weary are the brave souls who lurk among the early hours, sculpting the paths for those who rest their eyes in times of starry nights and cold winds. Treacherous are those who smile with their eyes as they pretend to be solemn with their tongues, all the while babes tuck their chins into covers soaked in fears sweat. Tis the days we live in where falsehood rises a man beyond his means and holds him there, marked a model for others to follow. There to be torn down at the contempt of others, should you swear upon his tongue and breech the mind where dark secrets whisper to one another for company.