Poems from deonzha

I torture myself and I don’t know how to stop it…I try so hard to think positive and for the most part I do, I am; but, keeping myself that...
we say it but do we mean it we hear it but do we see it some dies without given the chance of knowing what love can really do   love get us...
to hold me up since backs were turned away I silently cry at night allowing the sorrow to build within me Until the well of my tears break...
my love for you is like a disease something that swales and bleed something that grows with need something that cannot be freed by no man...
leaving me in my drench of darkness I can not miss the touch of your hands burn the rim of my heart pushing me away but worse breaking me...