Im not a poet,
just an aching heart,
looking for some comfort
and an honest smile.
I'm not Shakespeare
neither Bukowski,
but this is my last pain
there won't be any more poems.
It's simply easier.
Quiet my crazy feelings,
kill the root of all;
I'm lost... It's dark....
Endless words
that never rhyme.
No more poems,
no more endless nites.
She took away what created this stupid verse
and crushed my stone cold heart.
