PSyChoPaTh emo.91 Poems

Burn your soul,
feeling the heat;
of passion.
Feel it lick on your skin,
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Down pours the rain,
In harmony with its drops,
Down pours the rain,
With all its might and glory.
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I sit
in this hollow pit,
Their eyes I would not meet.
They'd ask me,
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I've held back years of painful tears;
Tears that must be wept.
lest they seap like poison into my heart,
lest they leak out of me like blood.
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If love can be measured by the hours of a day;
Mine for you,
would span this lifetime and the next.
Mine for you,
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So long it seems,
Yet, so soon.
just slightly over
a year since,
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Maybe sometimes,
we might not hold hands.
we might not talk sweetly with one another.
we might not act like we're in love.
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Kisses and hugs,
Teases and thugs.
Sinful nights,
and sweet delights.
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Uneven match.
unspoken hence.
Bound by bonds:
of love.
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People who dwell in lies of their own creation
tend to live out their lies.
In the end, they believe even in It,
those Lies of their own creation.
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