Art is life. With each poem I write, there’s a piece of me in every one
My Broken-Hearted Angel
I'm sorry, for leading you on this way; I swear my intentions were good. It's just-I fell in love with your potential. I tried 'saving' you by showing you who you could be, instead of accepting you for who you currently are. I try to stay away from metaphors, but a vivid mind like mine can only describe in such form...
Story of Love: The Battle Within
When friendships and relationships became too hard to handle, I encased my heart in ice. And as the days went by, it went from mere ice to mountains and glaciers; and thus, I obtained a frozen fortress in the middle of a deserted tundra, where the only thing you can hear are the broken whispers of the wind; and as I watched those same winds carry away my faith in love, I spotted you in the distance.