My love loves me not
Biography of My love loves me not
My real name will not be mentioned. Only a hand full of people know this account is mine. Hell, all the people who know this is my account can be counted on on one hand. I really write horrible poems, but the poems I write are about one person specifically. It is the person that I loved. Her name is within the two of the poems I wrote. No hints given, save that one. The poems, however horrible, are from the bottom of my heart. Yes, I have been rejected, but my love for her hasn't changed. Fact is, I believe it has augmented (word for increase, people studying the SAT should know that =) I have no influence in this society. I am just a kid who quit video games. You may say, 'What do you know about love? ' I can only answer, 'It is how I feel at the moment for a person.' For that person, I can die for her.
My love loves me not's Works:
My love loves me not Poems
Pain, Pain Go Away
Pain, pain, go away, Come again another day, If you don't, I will say, Pain, pain go away.
I Wait For My Love.
My heart hungers, my heart aches. My thoughts wander, my thoughts wait.
Love Or Like?
I have questioned myself: Am I truly in love or do I just like? My facial expressions, and my friends said it is only a crush, but my inner feelings say it is more than like.
My Love For Her
The girl that I love, has another in her mind. Her heart toward for him, and I left behind.
Cold are her words to me. A darkness that has shrouded the air. The words of rejection, and of no. Her eyes sparkled in the light of he.
I long to kiss your lips, to hold your hand, to smell your hair.
Need For My Love
I breathe a word, which none but one heard. I wait and wait, for I love her dear. But her heart has one, her own dear.
How many breathes of 'O, my love' will it take to change your heart? How many days in the year will make you yearn for me? How many times do I have to cry for you to make you think of me? How many? O, how many?
Love is a knife. It is sharp, yet sweet. It can take one's life, and allow the lovers in death to meet.
The aftermath the worse of it. Cold wave fill your body and your heart. Yet, you still linger, feeling injured and hit. All planned, and written on your chart,
In life, one is the best. Can it be possible to have two? I think: nay. The heart for one is best, too.
I live in my corner, thinking of her. Her eyes twinkle in the moon's light, compulsive as a lure.
O, My Love
O, my love, my love. What does it take, To make you change your mind for me, What does it take for the change to take place?
I Wait For My Love.
My heart hungers,
my heart aches.
My thoughts wander,
my thoughts wait.
My mind ponders,
my mind makes.
For however long my mind, heart and thought waits,
my love will never love me for all I hate.
For she has another in mind,
and another next in line.