I will never know what it's like to feel
your pain for I see you have none. I will never know what it's like to
ignore me because I embrace myself. I will never know what its like to
dig in my heart and break my soul for that is done by me alone but not
by my own.
Inside my head is a vision of happiness and joy
inside a peaceful place to call home. Inside my heart there is one
that will always remain but this is the reason I have become insane.
There is no joy uttered from my tasteful lips. There is no happiness
radiating from my soul. There is no love to be given from my empty
life.
Inside my garden of hate I have become insolent to my own
desires. I have become passionate for another of the same resembling
your face which makes for a simple disgrace. I am not complete and I
will never be without you in the destiny of my fate.
Ages and
Centuries go by but my love never returns to my side, my heart and my
place, seek and go I reach the depths of hell to make peace with my
sword and love with my words. To no avail I find and fall to hell for
a simple grace of this luscious life made of my own illusion of what it
is to be in Hell.
I am no longer a man or anything that is
human. My soul has changed my heart is not the same. My love is too
in vain for a person of this world to accept and have in thy game. My
love this is not a game, for I have jumped throughout the times to find
you and steal your pain. My love will never let me succeed because of
ego's evil grain.
Salt in the sea as evil is as to your heart.
My stubborn ways of saving you has left me desolate in my own life
throughout what is nothing but a blood stained life. I can't feel my
heart beat, I can't even see my tears. I can't even have emotion.
Everything is broken and nothing remains inside my life all for you to
lay at my side.
Inside this where this rhyme decides to subside
and end in this stupid sentence of insolent rhyme. In time the one
will come to know that I Love you and that I messed up the greatest
rhyme inside this poem that I will never know all for you and you read
it and don't even weep. Don't even care does your heart even beat?
Does your love even seek? Does your mind even think?
For it is in me to never know
Love,
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