Ano... a bunch of poems seem very depressing on here.
Is it a theme of some kind?
none the less...
Here's something I was inspired to write by "annomous person".
I am nothing but a burden.
Seeking the love of another,
But still caring for my own.
Why do you do this to me?
Are my tears not satisfying for the damage I have done?
What more do I have to give…
If I have nothing more to give?
But the beating heart from my chest,
Which would be torn into halves for the affection of my two beloveds.
To end my life,
But the hopes and dreams of the ones I care for are far too much to risk.
The terror of love is passion.
To hold the one you love close to you,
To hear the beat of their heart,
To feel the warmth of their body against yours,
To do anything,
Just for them to take notice of your devotion for them
The choice to love,
Is only mine,
And mine alone.
To which I shall cherish for eternity?
That, I am not sure of.
It will revile its self in time.
But for now,
It is wise to wait.
I still wonder why I wrote that... o.0