well this is on my profile but ill put it here anyways
A poem on love.
by me wolfee
dedicated to stevie
A firey rush from the inner core of a being, a passionate flame from one soul to another, a feeling that can only be completely understood by two individuals engulfed in its blessing.
Love
Love can carry a man to his highest or tear him to his lowest. A feeling most complex many cannot stand to be around it, Drowning themselfs in self pity at the very sight. Snaring and gnashing at those who oppose theman their irrational way of thought.Yet there are also those who search for the feeling unknowing that it is somthing that cannot be found by looking, it comes in many forms some true most deceiving.
Love comes like a shower of blossoms falling from the heavens, others like raging hounds lurking in the shadows seeking whom hey may deceive and drain all hope from. Love hath brought its curse upon me;whipping and tearing at my soul; Completely ripping me apart and yet it has also brought upon me its blessings almost completely healing me. Sadly it cannot heal the scarres left behind from the past.
And now i must draw a conclusion to my poem of faith and deceitfulness for i grow weak of the very rememberance of all the hounds...........all the ravenous hounds that dined and fed off my pure love. So i bid thee a most regreted farewell.
 VaGiNaL FaRiE · Sat Apr 12, 2008 @ 12:35am · 3 Comments |
