Love is like Hell

Home is where the heart is,

But my home is a black abyss,

Does that mean my heart is just a black hole?

Do you believe that this knife is like my kiss,

To bad that I kissed your own heart,

Now just let the maggots grow into a cyst.

 

Love is like a red rose,

Just watch out for the thorns,

As you lay there I think to myself,

Is this why I was born?

Do you believe that I am an Omen,

Because for tommorow morn,

I will meet you back in hell.

 

Author's Note

I'm not the best poet in the world...:)

Reviews

[Kaelyn Shea]

wow... this was very.... dark. it has great rymes though. i like this one. great job :)

[Wolfwind Words]

I thought the dark images that you brought to life here were crafted well within your ink. They jumped out and captured the mind. If you're not the best poet in the world, must be close!

One thing... "Tomorrow" I mispell that one alot too! :)

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[cookie monster love <33]

o.o i love it so dark very good :D

[Persephone Bones]

Deep, Dark, & Evil My favorite subjects!

[salvador (camuel choisu..]

Deep and passionate. Your not greatest poet YET.

[The Mocking Spirit]

I like the overall premise. Maybe you could work on it a little bit more. Should I look at the grammatical errors as the poet's license?

I especially like the last lines.

[Tina Kline]

Love sure can be like hell and you don't always need a knife or a bad omen to make it so. This was really nice and dark. Very well done.

[Lone Shadow]

Lovely.

[Khaotic Katastrophe]

i love it! very well written!

[Cali]

Whoa. Awesome. Many props, BOF...many props.