they reason i write

If you're looking for the word that means caring for someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, its love! And when you love someone y-you just don't stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just- you don't give up because if I could give up... If I could just, you know, take the whole world's advice and- and move on and find someone else, that wouldn't be love. That would be... That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is.

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Thursday, 9 October 2014

killers

while the blood moon was up last night
i was at home playing the dark notes on my piano
waving the lifes of innocent souls ,with each note
keys didn't matter as long as i heard them scream
and with each note a different scream

i could see the fear in there eyes
i could feel the fear running down their spine
and i enjoyd the chase so much
was even better than the catch it self

it's weird though i don't normally feel like this
sympathy for the dead is not my style
but for them i felt a small sympathy

it might was the fact that they were just married
or the fact that they were just two lost souls

but in my defence i made them a really nice decoration over my fireplace 

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