The people that are up at this hour,
are either lonely, or loved.
Hey, I'm Tad. 16, November 16 '97
La Union, Louisian.
Crazy life. Occasional poet, bassist, student,
blogger, delinquent fool,
& definitely fun.
You come and go
like the ocean tides.
You take my heart,
and I turn dry.
Smoke in water,
turbid yet clear.
Is like pain in love,
bounded and near.
She is filled with mystery,
and with a beauty locked within.
Yet she has her pains,
keeps them, and lets no one in.
She was contained,
restrained by herself.
I showed her the world,
I helped her through pain,
and now she’s happy in
every single way.
She used to be silent,
and she used to be mild.
Not until she met me,
not until I drove her wild.
I gave her what she needed,
a live worth living.
Although in the end,
I was her destruction.
The writer’s hand bleeds by itself,
it bleeds only when the heart is in poor health.
When one is depressed, broken by love,
or when one is in stressed, lonely, and scarred…
A Wolf’s Love.
A wolf’s midnight howls are cries,
mourning for a love that cannot be.
For he loves the moon in the midnight sky,
for he is in love, engrossed in her beauty.
The wolf journeys by day and by night,
hoping that he will reach the love that he longs.
He persists, searching for a pathway,
travels the world, from end to end with no care for loss.
The wolf never tires, he never gives up,
for the moon is his one true love.
Yet the wolf can only try so hard,
he can only venture for so long.
Yet as he passes,
he knows in his heart,
that he is happy,
for he and the moon,
shall meet among the stars,
and they shall have a love…
A love, that is forever strong.