Poem 1-
What are my wings meant to do?
My wings are a gate way to you,
To your endless maze called a heart,
To take this path is an endless cycle of confusion,
But I choose that path because of a deep fire in my soul,
The thing that makes me tick,
The very being you see before you could not exist without you,
To cradle you in my arms is more than any amount of money,
It does not amount to you my love,
To you hear you say my name,
Is worth my life without thought,
You are my world and if your crumble I will follow,
Even into the depts of hell.
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Soul Carnival
PoetryA bound collection of my dark and romantic poems that speak to the soul as you can guess. Enjoy. But be prepared to see into my mind when you read this because it mirrors my thoughts. You think of crazy and beautiful stuff when you watch too much an...
