Insignifigant Lover Poem by Jennavieve Agnus Beular.

Insignifigant Lover

Rating: 4.3


Love is a poem in itself.
It screams for help.
The lonesome cry can't be ignored,
You are adored.
You do not know this, you always forget...
How I feel.
These feelings kill.
You eyes wonder whom to blame, it's all the same.
You find your puppet, to take the stuffing from the coldness of the lonely heart it's bogus.
I stand for help, it's all that's left.
My lonesome heart has been through hell, the end tell-tale.
Don't sip my words; don't eat my thoughts.
I tell the end, and which is fought.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rosalie Cullen 02 March 2008

No, this is astonishing. I can't believe this. It leaves me speachless. I would love to meet you

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