Friday, February 6

R.E

Scratch my wrist with a ball point
My crimson reasoning flows
Writing like this makes me whole
Till all my emotions I let go.
I thought I'd write for you, instead
I dig in deeper just for me
There's something poetic about bloodletting
I'm being as poetic as can be.

For Plugie

He yearned without bitterness
That which tasted sweetest
Yea, Sweetness
Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?
I saw
H.E.R
Eyes locked
Smiles formed
Hearts skipped beats
And the world took a breath...

Randalf Ethereal

The question is;
is having had and lost really better than not having had at all?