Saturday, February 4, 2012

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 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.

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.

1 comment:

Ben said...

Digging "Untitled" bro