Luverofdragons02

I came out and told you how much I felt At that moment, I just knew I would melt Even I thought that you'd shoot me down. Instead, "It's all good" made my world turn 'round. It was less than I'd wanted, but still nice. You would stay in touch to give me advice. I thought your "just-friends" might need time to grow Into something that would make your heart glow. How naive was I to think you would not Decide to leave, no matter how I fought. Suddenly, you stopped replying at all; I tried so hard not to let myself fall. I began to cope with losing your voice Because, in truth, I had no other choice. My feelings for you had faded de

Looking back on it now, I guess that I was wrong. You were not the perfect man for me all along. Or maybe you were it and I just missed the chance, Was scared that boys only want to get in girls' pants. The possibilities for it are near endless. What I know for sure: I'm not wholly regretless: I really wish that this wish of mine had come true, That the rest of this, my life, I could spend with you. Someone hurt you before I had an even chance To stand up for myself with enough confidence. I should have told you right off how you make me feel So the light of real love could to you be revealed. I don't know the girl, the one who k

Some think me very morbid, always thinking of death. But I ask, what is this thing everyone calls death? Why are we so afraid, is it not death that we spread? Is it not true that every one of us ends up dead? If no one likes death, why do they give it to others? Some even like to give it to children and mothers. Death makes us all bones, decay makes us all turn to dust. Does that make it all right; does it make all these things just? Mother Earth used to be bursting with millions of lives, Then along came all the men and their beautiful wives! They tried to stamp the life out of the annoying pest, Guess what they chose to destroy n

First, there is a political difference: Religion, heritage, culture. Then comes a corrosive anger, Picking at friendship: a vulture. From this anger springs first blood To which retaliation seems key. A cause for war to begin again; Open the gates, let hatred run free. Suddenly, all anger dissolves into calm. Love comes back to the hearts of men. Brothers and cousins embrace and say "Why have we fought since God knows when?" And so there is peace on the planet Earth Until such a time when the anger returns. Is there any hope to break this cycle Or will one generation see the world burn?