“Poetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.”

And in a world full of wonder a loyal soul that keeps your heart whole is the rarest of them all.

And in a world where nothing seems to last you have me.

Your ghost still haunts the empty halls of my soul.

I don’t wanna settle scores I’m just no longer yours.

Let me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.

And I vow to be your lasting dream if you follow me into the river.

Be careful, her hell is lovely, dark, and deep until she weeps.

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

Hold me like the end is near and I swear I’ll risk hades’ wrath just to keep you here.

Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?

Some girls dream of princes and castles others play with matches.

I don’t mind his company but I wish he was you.

I feel too much and I fall in love with words – poet.

Brave soul, you will survive it all.

With him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.

Some nights I wish I could slip into her skin and wear her flesh only to feel his touch.

It’s as if you like the way the pain lights in my eyes.

A wounded heart never stops bleeding.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

Broken hearts and broken dreams, maybe it’s just the way we are meant to be.

A creature lives deep within, rotting far beneath my skin. Touch the pain inside of me, just to let my heart be free.

Even though we tried we still ended up broken shattered, scattered, glass.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

His palm held the tear, that had tore him down into shards.