Current mood:
confused Category: Writing and Poetry
without a reason
thoughts consume me
a lover's season
they parade around
smirks on their faces
still losing battle
leaves me complacent
how can we be
so honestly
in love
while treacherous fights wont cease
their suffering
it carries on
my patience thins
and we decide
to live in sin
while gods of time
change love sublime
and shut the dungeon
for all time
leaves they fall
and flowers bloom
the cold steel ends
a lover's gloom
the tortuous path
it weaves a web
lies and deceit
you lie in bed
while it lies in wait
for summertime
to start anew
and end our lives
and still we win
cause at the end
the bestest love
started with sin
~Ashley M. Carter~
uncomfortable 