Poems from Flames Of Passion
The memories of you haunt this place,
Everywhere I turn I envision your face,
Smiling and laughing at my expense, these memories of you...
Love him?
No, I didn’t love him.
Sure,
I thought I did for a while there,
But I was wrong.
That wasn’t love.
Looking back now, years later...
People tell me I’m lucky.
They say I have the best parents in the world.
They tell me things like “I wish my parents were as nice as yours...
Seeing is to believe
Believing is to follow blindly
Follow blindly…
Blindly…
Blind…
The Blind cannot see
Seeing is believing
With lips painted so perfectly,
And eyes as hollow as a rotten tree
She haunts my dreams, killing me
Who is this woman
Whose hatred for me...