I onced laughed at heartbroken men, Pouring their sorrow into songs and words, Only one with an unscathed heart could scoff at such pain Now I know, The unbearably, icy cold blade of withering emotions Slides between my armor, my protection. Sickly sweet memories flooding my conciouss at unwanted times, The liitle pieces of memerobilia found lying around in obscure places, The constant, fucking, questions. And yet I still remain hopeful only to be crushed repeatedly beneath the waves of her indifference. Fuck Love
"And yet I still remain hopeful only to be crushed repeatedly beneath the waves of her indifference." The whole poem spoke simply to me. I'm empathetic about all of this. Keep writing, and keep sharing. I like the way you flow peace&<3
Yes!, and enivitable cold reality unfortunately, well written, with a nice flow, an understanding from start, to finish.... I good read, Devon Knight / Icurus
