Okay, I will not post boring aspect of my life that o one has any particular interest in, Such as my days overall score, Or the food i consumed, Nor the people I did things with. Rather, I would like to keep a publicly open book of my poetry, Short s
I carry this Opprobrium Benevolence inside of my chest. It applies an abundant burden on my posterior. I regret the debauched transgressions I have committed in my life. I conceal myself in the most orphic locations in my mind. I reassure myself, That I am only human, Making mistakes as other peers have. But if I keep Nullifying the melancholy truth that I have done wrong, I will never seize the opportunity to improve myself.
Even so, My heart, My beating heart. So full of precious life,Cannot forsee the pain that lies ahead for me. All it can do, is sit, And hope. It lies its faith in the man I love, And for that, I hope he is as confiding in me, As I to him. I am placing my reliance on him. To guide me through the brutality of life.And to amend the disfigurement withing my heart. Will you be my gaurdian angel..?
*Yes, I wrote this from my head and soul.Nothing has a single line striped from anoter quote/poem or anything. =]*