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quick anxious thoughts, maybe the rooms getting bigger, maybe I'm getting smaller.
Submitted:Jul 11, 2007 Reads: 145 Comments: 3 Likes: 0
I feel no more than normal
I eat no more than I should
I need do do the extrordinary
But believe I never could
I breathe in laughing sorrow
I live in crying joy
I wish I were a giant
But I'm just a little boy
What does the tarot hold for me
Is it the queen of hearts
Is it the cold embrace of death
Or the fool to play the part
I hear the broken record play
It chills me to the bone
the disembodied voice repeats
all creatures die alone
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Other writing by Dino Love is wasted. Love is lost Pictures with Gold Trim The Burning Spaces that the Sunshine has Missed When winter is late. And I say I love you like a whisper, but with more screaming.
Poetry, Poem, Life, Death, Pain, Sad, About, Heart, Hurt, Depression, Hate, Hope, Romance, Sadness, Dark, Loss, Lost, God, My, You, Girl, Alone, Broken, Suicide, Me, Fear, Friendship, Time, Nature, Anger, Joy, Tears, Family, Dream