• crying
    Do I love the way I love?
    Am I supposed to
    love you the way I do?
    Maybe someday I'll see
    the pain I give to thee…
    Nobody knows, nobody sees…
    Nobody can tell the difference
    between love and hate…

    The kiss of the deadly force
    will take my breath away.
    The touch of a high impression
    can fly me to heaven.
    I miss you so much,
    what do you want me to do?

    So many people in this world
    So little time.
    So much to see
    and a little must die.

    Why must I be this way?
    Why so secluded?
    Why so disturbed?

    The only reason I write
    these poems is because I
    have no little power and
    control over what I can express…


    Maybe the day will come
    and my life will be whole.
    And my love will find me
    in a ditch, filled with
    roses piled on top of me…
    Seeing their expression
    filled with despair and
    loneliness…
    crying