

Gone At Midnightthe night is dark cold as ice.Gone At Midnight
as the wind blows your touch carresses my skin you haunting grasp. kidnapping my childhood locking it in a potatoe sack,
knowing i shall never get it back.
i fight with al my might aching to get away.
but all this control makes me stay. i turn away from the longing moon as the clock strikes twelve.
and my last breath soon the dark of the night covers my mind finally realeasing your grasp from a midnight suicide.


Love poem.i love you like Romeo loved Juliet. Dying in a tragicLove poem.
love story.
taking gulps of poisen slowly fading away.
i need you like
a rose needs water.
standing tall
soon going to fall.
i miss you like
the moon misses the stars. as the glow starts to die falling from the sky.