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I have not kicked out the devil in me even after I turned into a poet.
It's been night and day,
Since I met you, that fated day.
I've enjoyed every adventure, every battle,
as long as I'm with you,
Happiness is what awaits me, everyday.
Roses are red
The skies are all grey
It's been 8 years
And I'm STILL not okay.
(I promise)
I am a troll
This I know
Digging for buried gems
Sometimes it takes finessing
Sometimes it's confrontation
But there's usually a gem in there
Upon some contemplation
I bug some people
Really much
Lots of troll-hating
But digging for some hidden gems
Should not be a sin
I am too emotional.
I am overbearing.
I am too reliant.
I am simply too much.

That's what you say.
And that's alright.

I love you,
but sometimes I wish I didn't.
Sometimes I wish to escape,
but that's the part I keep to myself.
I see the leaves     waving
at me  

I feel the sun's warmth    giving me a   kiss

I take a drink
                           from the hydrating wind
I saw her walking by
A true beauty of life and
I know that she saw me to and
She took my breath away
On this warm sunny day
A true beauty of life
Oh Lord a true beauty of life
And I've never loved anyone
As much as I've loved you
On that beautiful sunny day
And I've never loved anyone
As much as I loved you that day
And I'm a fool to let you go
A true beauty of life,
But it's me who's is hurting now
And I should have known
Never to hurt you she's a
A true beauty of life
And it's me who'll hurt forever in life.
My Life 🤐♥️🙏🥺🥺🥺
heads of golden yellow stem so green and bright
standing up so tall standing so upright.

glowing in the sun in the early dawn
sat there on display in the early morn.

even in the boxes of the window sill
this lovely springtime flower the golden daffodil.

such a sight  to see such a lovely thing
i love to see the daffodils in the early spring
You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent, the more selfish. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.
excerpt from carmilla, joseph sheridaan le fanu (1872)
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