strife

Love Ages

Heart flutters in the chest

The Mind knows not to rest

First kisses taste the best

 

Love Sickness at its worst

Longing fit to burst

To deal with Lust’s thirst

 

Thrills fill the start

Can’t ever be apart

Don’t want to depart

 

Time shifts Love’s power

It no longer devours

No longer Lust’s hour

 

Now companions in life

Sharing its strife

And both thrive

 

 

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Hurt does Hurt

Hearts house many things
     Not all are fluffy dreams.
           Some are the darkest beings
                Demons dressed as sheep.
                      They dwell in broken children
                            Crying into the night.
 
       Answering prayers for vengeance
             Their darkness can only spread.
                    Bullies’ words are their weapons
                          Weighted like sharp boulders.
                                 Lashing out in violence
                                       These demons scar another’s life.
 
                  The blackest of evils
                        help those who cannot rise
                              Not with encouragement
                                    But knives dressed as lies.
                                         Sharpened by daily suffering
                                                They seek out their vicious prey.
 
If only kind words were cheap
           They might help save a life.
                        But hey, we’re only human
                                     And we all live in various strife.