A heart like a tombstone stiff and dry,
A crow atop a willow calls thine name.
For thine pains and sufferings you stand and
cry...
Love and hate has been the same.
And life like death , and hope like fear:
Ages of lachrymose wilt define thine life.
Four seasons of suffering every year...
A tombstone engraved, a name of sin and
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LONELINESS is a better friend,
It sticks with me every minute, every hour of the day.
SORROW a good friend too.
It visits me by night, it never forsakes its hour.
REJECTION touches my shoulder
Every time I meet a special person.
It is a better friend to comfort,
I feel its touch on my shoulder down my spine.
REGRET is my best friend. It shares my bed at night.
It is there holding our hands, me and SORROW.
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Valentine’s Day.
She said no.
And not a nice no, a cold one.
The kind that makes the drive home feel like going to war.
Back then I lived in the basement
With a single egress window that would flood
When the downpour became a torrent.
I saw owl-gray clouds already.
Hell, the snow hadn’t even fully melted
......
Left with my thoughts
I think too much, you think too little
Maybe I should just be quiet and you say what’s on your mind
We’ll meet somewhere in the middle
When the silence finds my conscience is taking the guilty plea
I bargain in the interrogation room just to find a way to cope with me
When the truth subverts the narratives we tell ourselves about reality
Tell me that you love me despite all that you can’t stand about my personality
......
Don’t seek perfection in a world of deception, a place of test for he and she. If God intended for man perfection, no mortal being will disagree.
For every time you feel rejection, only the truth will set you free. And when you tread in wrong direction, your path will lead to misery.
So be alarmed, request protection, from every evil in you and me. Extend your hand and attempt connection, don't hesitate to make a plea.
For every action that causes friction, will wear our bond and kill our glee.
Left with my thoughts
I think too much, you think too little
Maybe I should just be quiet and you say what’s on your mind
We’ll meet somewhere in the middle
When the silence finds my conscience is taking the guilty plea
I bargain in the interrogation room just to find a way to cope with me
When the truth subverts the narratives we tell ourselves about reality
Tell me that you love me despite all that you can’t stand about my personality
......
Your cold heart is colorless,
a place where no season settles,
where nothing grows,
not even silence.
I speak,
but the words fall flat
against the walls of your
indifference.
They do not echo,
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I stand on a bridge overlooking Perdition
I built this bridge with my own miserable spackle.
A terrible concoction of my own hand.
I lean over the banister-
There is no banister.
Falling.
Falling for an indeterminable and instantaneous epoch
I’m plunged into writhing, rope-burned extremities.
They poke and prod.
......
Don’t seek perfection in a world of deception, a place of test for he and she. If God intended for man perfection, no mortal being will disagree.
For every time you feel rejection, only the truth will set you free. And when you tread in wrong direction, your path will lead to misery.
So be alarmed, request protection, from every evil in you and me. Extend your hand and attempt connection, don't hesitate to make a plea.
For every action that causes friction, will wear our bond and kill our glee.
You asked me in my chevy
But I was never ready
Guess I was a little petty
My face in a red flush
Your soul I just crushed
It just felt too rushed
I couldn’t give a reason
The air was sick with treason
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