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Ironic Is It Not?
Anything worth everything is both terrifying and beautiful
Maybe from fear of losing it, or how it fills you with hope
The ability to fill life with purpose, and rip it away at any second
She is the world to me, but at the same time its apocalypse
Moments and memories filling my life with happiness
For if they were to end should be the bringer of sadness
A smile that lights my very soul, making me smile as well
If it were to disappear I would fall into a depressive hell
Lost in her eyes always feeling alone with her, away from the world
But if filled with resentment would rip apart that once lit soul
Days of endless joy from the mere sound of her soft voice
Endless sorrow from the days that pass without hearing that voice
Her lips, her touch passion the exceeds all else
All sexual desire would fade if it was with anyone else
Love true, pure and untainted, life never felt so perfect
To lose it would mean losing everything, making my life worthless
I never wanted to hold on to something so much
Or let it go before it had the chance to blow up
Falling deeper into utopia, always standing close was my funeral
Oh how anything worth everything, is so terrifying and beautiful
Maybe from fear of losing it, or how it fills you with hope
The ability to fill life with purpose, and rip it away at any second
She is the world to me, but at the same time its apocalypse
Moments and memories filling my life with happiness
For if they were to end should be the bringer of sadness
A smile that lights my very soul, making me smile as well
If it were to disappear I would fall into a depressive hell
Lost in her eyes always feeling alone with her, away from the world
But if filled with resentment would rip apart that once lit soul
Days of endless joy from the mere sound of her soft voice
Endless sorrow from the days that pass without hearing that voice
Her lips, her touch passion the exceeds all else
All sexual desire would fade if it was with anyone else
Love true, pure and untainted, life never felt so perfect
To lose it would mean losing everything, making my life worthless
I never wanted to hold on to something so much
Or let it go before it had the chance to blow up
Falling deeper into utopia, always standing close was my funeral
Oh how anything worth everything, is so terrifying and beautiful
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