ParadiseI thought paradise was a beautiful land filled with happiness, with glistening lakes and nature all around. But I now know that paradise is just a word. A word used in poems like this, a word that has no true meaning. I learned this from you. You seemed to give me paradise, when in reality you were taking it away from me. You looked at me in a way no one else would, you spoke to me in a way unparalleled by any other. You listened to me, and pretended to be interested...but you were just setting me up for the kill. You swooped down suddenly, talons open, and ripped my beating heart out of my living body. I lay there, in agonyParadise
The Perfect GoodbyeI looked into your eyes and saw paradise I thought the moment would never end But suddenly you had to go Somehow, I thought I'd never see you again I showed up at your front door Hoping for a chance to see you once more You opened the door and said hello I asked you for a nice dinner out You told me you were seeing someone else My heart shattered at that very moment. You said you were sorry and spoke some more A simple goodbye, a sorrowful goodbye, The perfect goodbye.The Perfect Goodbye
My angelHope. Blinding down from the heavens, my angel opens her gaze to me. She is astounding. More beautiful than anything I've ever seen before. For a moment, all time stood still as I looked into her eyes. But suddenly, she was pulled away...I'm confused as my bright blue sky turns to clouds. A demon appears where she once stood, glaring into my eyes, paralyzing my every muscle. I can't move...My angel has left me. I can't breathe...the demon is choking me. I lie there, on the ground... My angel has fallen and I cannot live any longer.My angel
Love is...loveThis feeling... Echoing through my soul like a silent bell I can't hide it; it's too strong What's fate if not inevitable? I feel as though we were destined to meet Because when we are apart, when the bird's feathers are clipped, my heart aches more and more; the pain that echoes through my soul is reborn once again. But when we are together, the happiness I feel is boundless; my heart finds the strength to keep beating.Love is...love
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this is your life...and it's ending one minute at a time.
I'm not THAT good at poetry. A lot of my poetry is random scribbling.
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You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
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You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
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Clarkson: I never thought I'd be saying this to 5,000 people-
Hammond: Are you coming out?
Clarkson: ...Alright; bend over.
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