Purebloodvampier

The Little Things A touch on the arm A smile A compliment One look into your beautiful, blue-green eyes All I have I keep in my mind Replaying over and over My playlist of you Of all the little things The only ones I have For what good Is money or possessions When the one you love Will never be yours? When you have to imagine How it would feel For your lips to meet? I'd never tell you How much I love to hear you speak How many times I've listened to you Watched you from across the room Or how many times I've feared That you'd realize it And you can never find out That my eyes have never seen someone The way they see

The poems do not Want to be written Because the poems Want to Write themselves. Anecdotes about assholes Robbing gas stations While disguised as Trees clad in Flannel. These things come naturally To the poems. They cannot be extracted Like vanilla, Or some other cooking product. Fetus and phoenix Look the same When mouthed. If the world Were mute, We'd have all sorts of pregnant ladies Talking about birds And old ladies sporting binoculars Getting in heated debates with abortion groups. This is what poems would write If poems could write themselves. Poems would read their last words Before they wro

Gone is what we used to be. I regret it now; I finally see.... It's time to set these feelings free That once almost destroyed me. You probably don't think it's true, But, yes, I was in love with you. I just now realized that we're through, And I think it's split my heart in two. Even though I know we're over, Sometimes I still look over my shoulder, Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her. I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder. One day soon it will break, But what difference does it make? I have realized my mistake, But, alas, it is too late. To have ever loved in the first place W

Standing on my roof Wind blowing in my hair All alone was I Because of my who I'd come to be Others only stared Then it began to storm Salt tears on fresh rain I fell off my roof Sure soon to feel more pain You caught me without harm Even in the awful beating Of the thundering rain All the tourment of lonelyness And all my inside pain Your my sheild and Coat of Arms My flag to show the way After all the awful things I said Even closer now you stay And my heart this Rooftop Storm tonight Forever will be warmed By a fire I'll never let fade

You just watch me burn When will you learn I would take a bullet through my brain And go through any pain I would face death for you My feelings are true This is living hell Does this ring a bell All the fiery burning flames And all the time I'm the blame The chains hold me here Oh it's all so clear Im losing my mind your heart was just so blind The straight jackets tight Its dark, no light I have gone so insane I can feel so much pain You have the devil in there As you hit and swear This is a living hell Dosn't it ring a bell