Love is…

You made such an impact on me.

We watched love die.

Chained and bound really, though all that anyone sees is clothes; it’s why I wear the same thing everyday I suppose. At The Seams is my yearning to burst free while possibly binding, and entwining someone to me; if you love them set them free right…

You were the one for me.

Darkness and hatred shall make me destroy this worthless world.

A poem about a true fool.

It is extremely hard when a loved one is taken by death.

An original poem.

Often when feelings have gone you can’t get them back.