The Poet looks into the Rose,
To see how passion from it grows,
And I, I look into your eyes,
To feel this Love that Never dies.
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Doesn’t know what he’s doing,
Just sit here silently viewing,Our own future destruction.
The Corruption that was Rome,
We don’t need to walk the past,To be under its stifling Dome.All you have to do is look around you,Shame to those who knowingly participate,And condone, and accept the crumbling process,The strangling of our morals and our nation!In the end, we will all pay a heavy price,For having ignored the death of decency,And for having…
The lonely heart,
Slowly,Ever crying,Illusions live,But don’t forgive,If they are lost,It’s just like dying.
Make no bones about it
Is more than just,The eye of the beholder,It may leaveYou warm or colderThrill you, chill youMend a crackBut indifferent,Never that!
The breaking point,
The Flight,The Night of Love,When does it happen?How does it happen?No one can really tell,But purple petals dress the air,Into a thornless Rose you stare,The Ocean opens wide its arms,Enfolds you blindly with its charmsYour lightly flying thru the air,You leave the Earth so far, nowhere,You lose your heart and then your mind,And then you…
Deeper than Life, itself,
Happiness and sorrow all in one,But Life’s sweetest battle won.