Hate
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I thought to myself,If I could change, from this searing anger I have felt,To an uplifted self.And, all that resulted was a bitterness. I thought to myself,If I could change, from this demented mind for a man,I have within my cranium,And, all that resulted was a bitterness. Like a lash upon my arm, from your
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My personal disposition for waiting, has become a tiresome one. I recoil at the task, itself. And why is this? It is because I have waited too long, for something to arrive. My beloved. Too long have we been apart, and now she is far, still too far, and for this, I loathe waiting. Spread
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Addiction forms a barricade before burden. And the addiction only forms itself as an addiction, when the persistence to face the responsibility of one’s faults, is kept. That “barricade” will form, through the addiction, though when the effects of the addiction wear off, then the pain rushes into the mind, so that the heart becomes
Modern Romanticism 