The good comes from an idle aisle
The poor one is the devil
God will help us all
I will take back what belongs to me
A dark night, a pale alley
Nightmares keeps hunting you
Get back and have some austerity
For aught i know, you will never satisfy your desires
Thrive and reach the apex of despair
I never cared, I'll never do
The antipathy is rising again
I thought i changed
Run baby run, all the time i was dead and unforgiven
You keep walking in a maze
The fire is raging, that's my arson
I never wanted to blast your dreams
Now I see you sealed in bitterly cold
And when i remember the brightness of our days
A brain wave hit me
I think , should i assemble them
The only thing i need
I need my demons.
YOU ARE READING
Two Tears
PoetryFor my love, My HOPE The love we have is a definite testament that spanned decades, though we came from afar place, we were always able to find each other, across an ocean of time. I love you eternally.
