More Random Poetry

Here's a few other poems I have lying around (I can't sleep tonight, so I might as well blog, right?).

Love

Love is the food of melancholy music

The fuel of midnight fires stoked by lost lovers

Smoking their last cigarette to keep from crying.

Love grows like a weed in the cracks in human hearts

Holding them together with ineffable force

Then turns and cracks its hosts in two.

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So many people we will never meet

So many faces we will never turn to greet

So many souls, each one like us.

Clinging to a precarious existence

Dreaming of founding the resistance

So many hearts possessed by fears

So many faces which when hidden flow with tears

So many souls, each one like us.