Deep Poetry for Thursday, January 27, 2011

The things we think that feel the best. Most often cause us pain. So we risk to seek the pleasure. Again, and again and again. This is for the ones we hurt the most. They sit and watch us slowly die. We sacrifice their little hearts. We rarely bat an eye. Sign in to see full entry.

Why must I feel this way? It should have been a joyous day, Instead I sit here, crying out my eyes, While my head is screaming inside, I miss you so much, when I'm without, Why do I feel this way when you're about? Right now I want you here with me, This here is the real me, you see, Do I even care at all? If you'll be the one to catch me when I fall? One mood says I need you forever, Another says I wish it never, Make me happy, make me smile, Stay with me for more than awhile, I hope you're... Sign in to see full entry.

On my thumb, I wear his ring, To his favorite songs I sing, His sweatshirt hugs around my waist, On my lips, cling his taste, His bracelet wraps around my wrist, Must I go on with this endless list? The drawing for me, is on my wall, But wait, that is not all, The cross around my neck, by a chain, And what, from me does this boy gain? To never want to be apart, For he has the key to my heart. Sign in to see full entry.