Love And Loss Love and loss in the blink of an eye But only In your heart, is where true love resides. Needing to end the shallow fling, pay the lease and start from the beginning. There will be struggle, there will be hardship. In the end but one principle matters, and said principle is kingship. Thus I plead don't lose what you truly desire, a man to hold, a man too admire. Omit you have been, neglected at best, but if you let infuriated words do the speaking, it just could be your most momentous regret. I implore of you big sister, contemplate this adjudication, for even though you have significant intentions, this may just be a rash decision. Find a compromise, avoid confrontation, for love is the end, and loss, is only a lost beginning.

Dead Man's Wish of Uncertainty To sympathize a dead mans wish, Is to acknowledge an endearment that does not exist. If a frivolous flask can wash away sin, Will much more troubles be Whisked away if I binge? To sympathize a dead mans wish, Is to end a flight that seems to only persist; A troublesome worry of who he will miss, Fades away with the tilt of his wrist.

Days of Same & Nights of Change I'm frightened of what tomorrow holds, a stoic kiss so cold. To be greeted by an accomplished aspiration, Or an exerted endeavor, during times of desperation. I'm frightened of what tomorrow holds, Will I posses my soul; will truth be told? I am demoralized as to what these changed nights bring, To my dismay; days of same are surely brewing. Quakes of pain, or disdained words wallowed in vain, I'm frightened that tomorrow's days shall stay the same.

Wibbly Wobbly I never finish my #poems, I like to think that the story never ends. Whether it be ideals that alter, or morality that suffer; the text is continuously being written and re written. They can almost be seen as a piece of historic art, displayed in your very own personal museum, portraying the eventuality of change in all of us. Or maybe.. This is just my excuse for being negligent.

Dear Brown Eyes Dear Brown eyes Twisted yet beautiful Shall I penetrate your mysticism if you had insisted Would you greet me with a cold kiss of stoicism Or a pleasure, so very addictive twas it absence made the heart grow fonder A fictive sympathy is all but mustered Charitable benignity facilitates unfounded reasoning To pursue unconscionable endearment And keep your admirers flustered