Submissions by Darien_Whitfield

I am finished.
I tried writing something else sad about you but my heart and my mind were on different accords.
You played a tune on my organ that only you understood but
I now understand why the heart is called an organ.
Keys.
Black and white.
The only colors I was allowed to see due to you suffocating me with a false, forbidden love.
Black being my heart lost in a puzzle of passion leading me to a platonically perplexed puddle of pain that is the purpose of me being philophobic.
The facade of a perfect world in which you and I would be one was the white....

Pushed to the side and neglected
Alienated from the serendipity of Nirvana
A Christian young man but a hypocrite due to coveting
I covet what should be mine.
This has led to a pyschadelic state of perpetual pain.
Torn between friendship and an opportunity of love
A love that is more than established, simply understood but yet it is cast away into oblivion.
Being with you caused a metamorphosis to occur in my life.
I became happy and unconsciously graduated from the school of philophobia.
No longer fearing the future
Just being optimistic about...

Tear asunder the hope and love in his words and watch his tranquil remedy become obsolete.
With his hope now gone, vanished, his will to live is too.
What will he do?
His grasp on life is slipping into oblivion.
His sense of salvation is approaching,
Slowly but surely,
Looking to rectify his depression by replacing his obsession with melancholy with love and fidelity.
He can now drink his remedy of tranquility and bask in its effects.
His salvation traded his cross for a crown.
She saved him