Author: headgeek

When the fresh meat is rotten And your beauty cracks from the strain When the lies and truths are all forgotten I shall still be here, my love will remain.

Live your dreams, or live your fears. Fly, or stay caged for years.

You are my beautiful demon that sucks my soul, lifts my spirit to  Heaven and plummets me again.

A strong man will risk all for others And sacrifice all for the one That tempers his warrior soul.

The art of the poet is to not say everything. The art of the poet is to say everything. I shall say nothing.

I will never understand you. Yet I will never stop believing in you.

I weave words Into exquisite tapestries, Capturing epic tales of love Fiery enough to shame Bacchus. You use them as a rug To wipe your feet on, Disdain palpable As bile.

I burn for you I yearn for you Show concern for you I adore you Want more for you Become more for you

If I showed up at your door with a single rose and a cupcake, would you die of embarrassment? Would you kill me? Or would you be reborn in love?

Your smile is lovelier than any dawn and brightens my day more than the sun, tinging the world in rose. The secret love, that no one knows.