magical sensations have always decieved me bliinding me from the harsh brutal realities of this corrupt world love has tainted and taunted me only to leave my hood-winked being tarnished i listen to the opaque thoughts that feed on me,like the black death; leading me astray they leave me in the midst of pain and agony, barren and alone marveling at my naive heart,the devil takes advantage of my addiction to love like all mortals i detest the thought of being alone i grasp at illusions, made up fantasies, anything at all but in the end my heart is the one to fall.
Reason for writing:
i love to write poetry, inspiration just comes to me from past experiences, especialy when i fall for someone and i think we have something but my mind is really blinding me I am in love with love looking for it anywhere cause my fear is to grow old alone
Birth sign: Capricorn
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