Chocolates are given as a sign of love
Makes you feel like the ginchiest angel in heaven above
Flowers mean "I'm sorry"
You allow yourself to accept them foolhardy
A Volatile heart sigh snaps the ribs, making laughter sound more like crying
Most lovers stop here. The rarest keep trying
Falling, hauling, heart gets worked up
Swooning, dooming, make your mind up
Screw the truth, bring on the lies
How much more can I feed on that?
Till I meet my demise?
The detrimental nostalgia of "protection" and "warmth" are seemingly howls of protest
It's set me on fire to burn than glow
My typical gloom, your loving jest
You've crouched so low like a grinning crow
I've made my mind up now, just so you know
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Whisperings Beneath It's Surface
PoetryAccounts of hauntingly genuine poems based upon my memories, dreams, nightmares, and imagination. Nothing is trivial in this world. For everything blossoms meaning. All it takes is to observe something, and it may whisper to you below its surface.
