• calm consumes the terror
    pain fills the love
    her hair as lovely as always
    her skin so amazing as usual
    her face more beautiful than a thousand
    and one poems
    even i myself who witnessed these
    transending actions
    cant even describe the the horror
    and relief in the air
    enough to burn the world and start
    a new life
    and i
    have finally seen her
    finally tasted the bliss
    but now its over
    the dream is over
    she left once again
    as usual
    not her fault but mine
    whyd i let her go?
    would i just let her walk away?
    why?
    my life is worth nothing
    i mean nothing unless i have her
    but the next time..
    the next time... ill leave..
    and ill be damned if im alone
    take this tale
    of suicide
    depression
    sadness
    forgiveness
    obsession
    passion
    painsaking beauty galore and
    end it all
    my love came to me when i needed
    and she left
    she left
    she left me there
    she walked on my driveway
    and stares in my eyes...
    god... she was here
    but do not read this desperete tale
    if you will not take it seriously
    so to you my love
    i warn you: DO NOT READ... YOU'LL HATE ME..