Poem.

A poem about how most guys operate in high school.

Too many nightmares resting with in my head,
Trapping my soul in this bed…
Now I feel the devil taking hold,
My blood now drips cold…
Thoughts yelling S.O.S.

I don’t believe the devil even knew my name…
Hatred started to rain,
While the fire burned away the pain…
Another tearful night in hell,
I can’t even come to how I am still alive to tell…

This word I make for my brother as an advice for Him who have ignored His beloved with no reason and finally betrained Him.
Just hope the best for all of them.

All that I need to live is your love.
All that I want is your love.
You are the flame that fuels me every morning
But in my direction your eyes are never turning…

…I hate you now
My love for you has dropped so low,
And here I say farewell
But you, I know, can’t tell.

Another deep poem by tgp aka me the geordiepoet.

Some things are so warped.

Parties are supposed to be happy occasions where you meet interesting people, even your future partner. But are they?

Sad poem.