Poems from Brandy1243
I guess the thing is we all want something to fight for;
we're all searching for a fight.
The fight is what gives us purpose, right?
No...
I cover the built up emotion
and soon I become indifferent. Indifferent to loss; indifferent
to pain; indifferent to happiness, now
it...
My first love has has his own first love,
in which we both can't get over.
My first love's first love has a first love
which is he..
Happiness is but a myth of life,
A satire of it's own design.
It consumes a person's soul,
Through their heart, then their mind.
...