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Ode to my Love
Five on one, same on the other
Why count each day, most think is a bother
I love you both, more than you could know
I love them more, than my sig can show.
I love you both, more than the sky
More than the rivers, more than Ty.
It's hard to think, how much I do,
I'd like to hope, you love me too.
I look at you, and see perfection,
All I hear from others is objection.
'How can you love them?' They say,
One of those, is that crazy Shay.
I can of course, that's how I do,
I love them both, not one, but two.
You have done many wonderful things,
Like untangling those awful strings.
That's why you, not one, but two,
Get praised for the things you do.
You make the world a beautiful place
Making up for the mistakes of the human race,
And the stupid things they do,
One day, in them, we'll cut into
And one day soon, they will rue,
The day they scorned, not one, but two.
You and I are meant to be together
By the wrist, we are one, forever.
You and I, not one, but two
You were there when my life was through,
Forever we were, to mend my past.
Together, forever, it seems so vast
But I love you, not one but two
And there's nothing, not even Shay could do.
That's enough of that for now,
Now to stop rhyming, but how?
I seem unable to stop this rhyme
Perhaps I will go 'til end of time.
But, alas, I need to think of something,
Ah, to this my hope does cling.
Orange.
Bad Emo Poetry
I've seen many things,
Demons dressed as angels,
And paupers dressed like kings.
I've been lured in
by false angels' Siren songs,
Their gentle words tickling my ears.
I thought I was in love,
My heart torn from my body,
In a frantic passion,
Consumed in such a vicious fashion,
I thought of suicide.
I laughed at my selfishness,
At my foolishness, at the cowardice
Of such a move.
I saw that this was pale in comparison
To my original thoughts of suicide.
I was stuck,
I was trapped,
In a soulless prison,
Willingness brought me where I was.
I am here, I am now,
Always wondering how
I could have ever end up that way.
I see my foolishness now,
Thinking the temporary pain I felt
Was all that was ever going to be,
I saw past my selfishness,
Became who I am.
I see you, before me,
Yet I am hesitant.
I wonder if you are what
I've seen countless times,
Of Demons dressed as Angels,
I feel different than I had,
Wiser, perhaps, though I might not
For my thoughts of passing you by.
Is it fear?
Is it pain? My past reflecting in,
Or perhaps I am a masochist.
Perhaps I think I am never meant
To find happiness, love, joy.
Perhaps I am but a sorrowful creature,
Perhaps instead of mocking others in the past,
I should have looked in towards myself
For what I mocked them for,
I knew truly deep down that I was more
Of what we called them, than they were.
I am sorry, my friends, for what I have done
In the past, and it will continue to haunt me.
I will always be,
What I don't want to see,
Struggling and writhing under my glee.
 Serveris · Fri Aug 25, 2006 @ 10:21pm · 1 Comments |
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