Alexius Wohler Poems

Every time thyself glances upon thee thy chest throbs in shuddering pain;
for thyself wants what shall never be-
for thy laws state against our favor.
Never shall thyself know the knowledge of thy secret whisper at which thee part to sing a blissful lullaby.
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Hope is a silly thing,
It pesters and boils
Tries and sometimes exceeds on pushing us up.
But at times Hope is not enough.
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My shattered and broken heart is throbbing
In shuddering pain.
Shedding no crimson liquid
For there is nothing left.
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She is too broken to fly
To soar high in the sky;
I feel sorry for her for she has lost
What she loves most.
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Love is kind
Always Blind.
When betrayed Love hurts
And eats away ate your already fading heart.
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As the dark hand carasses,
Memories of light
Are forever tainted with an unwashable stain.
The elegant butterflies weep in agony
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As the light shines through
The scarlet haze,
Doves fly free
By the sea
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The best way to travel is by hat
But watch out for the snares
For you will be intrapped
To suffer in endless agony
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Drifting drums resemble a heart beat
thudding louder than ever to rescue, come a pair of feet
split second too late
nothing can change this fate.
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A lighthouse shining bright
cutting through the scarlet haze;
carressing me just right
to pull me out of this maze.
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