Broken сердце Poem

My Любовь is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the еще I entreat
или how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed by her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much еще in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What еще miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle огонь with wonderful device
Such is the power of Любовь in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time

The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time

The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created

Poor Остаться в живых little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's еще powerful than she knows

They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying

Poor child all alone
Yet еще powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day

This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent Остаться в живых souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth

Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't Ты ever wonder who the blind ones really are?

One day
One день the real truth will shine
Показ all the laughing liars
That the Стена they built from fake
Will come crashing down

Crippled soul, strung with fears
Is running into disaster
Of paranoia and indestructible fear,
While your thoughts are struggling
With Обои of rottenness
Which is spreading as spiral evil,
Devastates every form of intelligent mind,
Now already Остаться в живых in insanity of own mind.


Fear is growing inside,
Your mind is filled with worries,
While the picturesque dreams
Will corrode already exhausted brain.


And in openness of your own madness
Peace will come as confirmation,
To which you'll finally start to believe,
Although Ты wasted your life
On rottenness and fears
Which is spreading inside as ominous spiral.

Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good день to go bad.

секунды change into minutes, минуты change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I Любовь Ты just the same.

Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my сердце was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please

My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel

Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life

I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering

I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now

Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And Любовь again

Everyone will know now
That I will Показать love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground

Любовь glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
Любовь feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But Любовь can heal
So why try to hurt
When Ты can heal

Some день earth will cease to be
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My Главная for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can Ты beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.



~an original poem by me~

My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the день that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I Любовь the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little Дети crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell Ты one еще thing
before I have to go:
I think Ты are the most attractive
person that I know.