The Poetry Factor by Michael Deas AKA Arkain (books to read fiction TXT) 📖

voice heard only by the wind.
As light as a feather.
But soft and smooth
As a wave on the sea

One love has fallen the eternal.
As gentle as rain.
A harsh deadly pain.
Watch as they lay in their eternal rest.

Hearts beat with deep sorrow.
Pain shed today is forgotten tomorrow.
Pain like your heart,at the time, is shredded.
But in the end the journey's the test.
As they lay for their last rest.

Elegant Princess

Her hair glowing as it blows in the wind.
Her eyes shine like an emerald in the sun.
Gentle is her touch and soft is her skin.
Her smile can light up the darkest place.

Her heart is warm and caring.
Her words can touch even the hardest heart.
Her ears are always there to listen when in need.
She is very Beautiful.

Her lips red as a rose.
She is an elegant princess.

Confusion of Pain

A tear to shed like rain.
A deep and hurtful pain.
My heart it shatters like fragile glass.
Now she is gone will the pain ever pass?

She lay no longer behind my arm.
I no longer can protect her from harm.
No longer here to kiss her cheek.
My knees begin to shake as they go weak.

I pluck the petals off the rose.
To tell you the truth it never knows.
Only time will show the way.
Will my heart mend today?

You Are There

When the dark grows envelopes around me,
You are there to brighten it by bringing a smile to my face.
As i hold you behind my arms,
I think of how you stand by me at all times.

When i look into your eyes,
I see how caring you are.
When i kiss your soft lips,
I feel my heart sing to you.

When in pain,
Your shoulder is there to cry upon.
With your arms around me,
I feel comforted.

When i need someone,
You are there.

Broken Heart of Mine

Why does it hurt so much?
How do i overcome this pain?
Why did she lie to me?
There's only heartache to gain.

The heart it fights.
But still rips to shreds.
The pain only grows,
Is what my heart dreads.

Ripped and torn to pieces that can't be fixed.
With a patch and a stitch,
It still falls apart.
Tell me how to heal this broken heart.

Weeping Rose

Black is her color,
The empty space where her heart use to be.
Weeping in pain,
Pain for the ones who hurt her.

Torn are her thorns,
The thorns that tightly held onto him.
Fragile is the rose,
The rose you just destroyed.

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Publication Date: 10-27-2010

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