D: Blah, an old poem. Hope you guys like it. (Oh noes, it’s long so be prepared) (Credit goes to my friend who gave me this poem)
I thought I must give up on life,
And turn into stone;
The desert wind quite suited me,
No heart, no mind – just bone.
I thought it would be dumb to try,
To want something again;
Wanting turns to need, and then,
Transmogrifies to pain.
Another poem. Dx (Even longer than my other one)
From the threshold a man looks in,
He cannot recognise his house.
Her departure was like a flight
And everywhere are signs of havoc.
All the rooms are in chaos;
Tears and an aching head
Prevent him from seeing
The measure of his ruin.
Since morning there has been a roaring in his ears.
Is he awake or dreaming?
Why does the thought of the sea
Keep pushing into his mind?