Deity hates me, or does he,
You love me, or do you.
An unsolved mystery,
Of thoughts and feelings.
...
Goodbye, goodbye,
A word, a lie,
For when a window opens,
I'll be their hopin',
...
This is one of many failed attempts of a poem for my lover
As I drink,
You down in a cup,
...
~A song before love, obviously.~
You are a butterfly,
Flying ever so high,
...
~This is a poem about the Holocaust~
Imagine it- the last, sad song of a violin and violinist pair.
Believe it- the dead's melancholy grin.
...
Don't
Don't let it inside,
Misery, guilt destruction of you.
Could it be true?
...
Why?
Deity hates me, or does he,
You love me, or do you.
An unsolved mystery,
Of thoughts and feelings.
It ought God would not,
Shed a tear for them.
The ones he let die,
The ones that still cry,
Look at the heavens for the answer to why?
So why do we listen, for the words,
For the reasons,
For the ones guilty of treason,
I cry, why?
Sinner, saint,
Mourner, hater,
The broken, breaking others,
My crime, knowing why,
In my last moments,
Will I want to die?