bound
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Me and the world are holding on to peace like it's 1969
but really though
Like a nation at war we are tied
What a conceptual terror that is
Like a world at peace we are bound
I am,
A worshipper,
Of the heart, bound to find
Strange ways to fill the loneliness,
In it.
#cinquain
I stand.
I look up and see such a beautiful view,
a view of a future that a desperately long to pursue.
It seems so close, if I just reach out my hand.
I try to float to this dream, but I remain where I stand.
I hold right in my handMy future and my fateI pray my hurt will heal fast And end now all my hateHow could they not realize My pain and my distressI know I must just end it now
"Death whispers to me,
saying"honey pretty please"
But even if I ask it to leave,
It still follows me.
I turn down a dark alley,
But no it's just a hall way,
And i'm late for biology.
Endowed with many emotions
Some which lead to eternal devotion
The rings that bless those who wear
And given then to another pair
Together entwined their hearts shall be
Whisps of ashy gray smoke occasionally drift over the walls. Sometimes, when the wind blows just the right way, I can smell the charred, silent world outside of my fortress.
I am bound to you.
Every moment spend together,
Makes my love even better.
The littlest things you do,
Proves to me that our love is truly true.
My eyes no longer get wetter,
Bound up in leather, like the books
And held by paper chains
A heart no longer functioning
Inside, no soul remains
They put a hat upon her head, pulled low
To hide the brand
