Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Monday, May 28, 2012

More effort to forget our love than to.

Erase my figure from your mirror, could you?

We've built our end on fear, collapsed carousels beneath.
I could read your prediction from a shimmer in my tears,
I can sense my love is your curse,
Travel a thousand miles away to escape,
You found your peace in silence, but are burdened with a lotus.

My heart exists beating now, my flesh alive in the present,
Tomorrow I'm uncertain of what's to come, I rather not know...

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