chanson d'amour by OldCrow (summer reads txt) π
These are poems and short stories that truely expressed my feeling at the time I wrote them; writting them was compelling. They are not made-up, there is some bit of truth in each one.
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I hurt so bad
It drives me down
It drives me mad
A friend I am
A friend in deed
A friend with benefits
I do not need
In my head
The truth is there
No love for me
For her to share
A void
I fill
No room for heart
A whole in her life
With, she will not part
A heart I have
A heart that cries
For Sweet Angelβs love
Is filled with lies.
The Broken Heart
Oh how strong the will of the heart that wants what it cannot haveβ¦.
Damn you heart
Your strength of want
Want what you cannot have
Longful moan
Deep in my chest
Insidious welling up inside
That drowns the reason
With its logic stance
That tries to hide
From want of hurt
And pain thatβs love
That burns the cheeks
With acid tears
And stains the face with age
I hate you so!
Why wonβt you die??
This ever empty whole inside
You drive my will
And push me on
In search of love
Not to be found
Why must I be
Forever bound
With shackles
On a silver chain
Chained to a heart
That yearns so strong
For love not there
Or love thatβs wrong
Iβd cast you aside
Into the deep
And leave you there
No soul to reap
No conscious heart
To steer me clear
Free to plunder
No love to fear
These last years have been hard
These last two or five
These last years of death and Hell
These years I've fought alive
To hold the child that holds my heart
To cry the life that wrings my soul
That drives my will and craves my heart
Ohhhhh loose heart that climbs the swells
And claims the waves that crest the night
I love you so
Ye demons of the deep
Ye Davies best
Beneath my heel
Ye tread shall reap
My heart shall rise
To the heights of her
Her song that cryβs to the balconies above life
Arica, my Love
My Empress
My Queen
Quench the longing in my heart
Slow the vagabond in his tracks
And fill my death with memories of life lived and enjoyed
Publication Date: 12-12-2011
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