Author: headgeek

Writers write. Fighters fight. Neither go quietly Into the night.

I used to see you in rose tinted shades, Now I just see a living Dorian Gray.

Now serving #69. Please take a number, and wait in line.

The heat of the summer Forces the sweat from my pores The way you forced verses from my pen. Sweltering, feverish, Desperate Alone Tossing in our bed.

Not yet. Not today. I will not give in, nor abandon hope. Not yet, my love.

Burning with the Eternal Flame, The need to learn and create. I can not rest, nor wait; An Empire there to claim.

Fake smiles and crocodile tears Lose their power over the years As you reveal all your lies Amor fugit as time flies.

The sands run low and days grow short. Joy has fled and laughter is sparse. Darkness creeps, but no sleep comes To salve my mind nor save us From the madness I lost you to.