this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


You cannot help whom you fall in love with,
Of your heart you have no control.
Once again I have fallen,
Into the black bottomless hole.

Love a rare orchid,
So fragile in bloom,
Drew in struggling, gasping breathes,
Under a darkly covered moon.

As long as it has been,
I can still remember how it was we first meet,
Love bloomed found room to rise,
But love was not that angels sent.

Our end declared with our beginning,
This was not made to last,
Though I was a fool at first,
I still havenít learned from the past.

Through your taunts and your lies,
You have bred hate where there dwelt none,
And for this severely grave mistake,
You have fallen the morning sun.

And through my tears I had begun to see,
Love fell and begun to choke,
Free at last from its chains,
The flood of hatred broke.

Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:44

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