Monday, December 02, 2013
What have I become, a sad poet ?
My thoughts bleed nothing but about love and lost
But why wouldn’t I, for them to stay..
It has become only sin, my duty to pay?
As I stand across the road in lonely man skin
I have now become the victim of the losing street wind..
Do not pity me my love yet, being haughty in your lovers arm
Love is a gift in heaven but poison in hell
As hell I might be for you but heaven for her..
Pain is tradition, will always circle this atmosphere..