Oh Sweet Misery....take me at your side.

Everything is contagious when you're around,
But everything seems so not worthy when you lie.
Starring at my door, with those eyes that reflects my skin
The whole world dissapears but you are the one that guides me
on a road full of thoughts of my disease.

This disease that consumes me everytime
I have to pretend that you are THAT guy.
The one who always care, and the one who never guessed.
That he promised he would be by my side,
not matter what strange forces could come around.

And I know that I'm blind, that this is stronger.
And I'm useless at your side.
This is my sacrifice, that grows every night.
When my head is on the pillow....waiting for you to step by.

My misery feels so sweet, 'cause I know that indifference, could kill me.
This is my written art, that shows how a person can lose his mind.
I don't know what else to do
Beign at your side.
Beign sick of love.
Playing this game about fools in love, and letting the other....
to cheat in front of your eyes.

By Pemberley Winter.
I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE....YOU'RE GONNA BE BAD FOR MY BUSSINES..I CAN REALIZE THAT.

COPYRIGHTS RESERVED!​

 

It is always a pleasure to read your sad poems, I really enjoy them even that they're not supposed to be enjoyed... well I guess you understand what I'm trying to say .
If your not happy leave him, it's simple, well it depends, love is blind and that's always something to think about, because love sometimes is the reason why we stay where we shouldn't.
I hopo you do the right thing or... that he will start apreciating you.
A pleasure to read you, hugs.

 

Yeahh..I know...sometimes writing sad poems are not the most "healthy" thing in the world....but in fact, I enjoyed them too. So yes, I understand what you are trying to say.
It's sometimes quite hard for me to write all nice things..'cause for me the world is not perfect at all, so sometimes I don't want to fight with reality....or something like that.
Anyway, thanks for your comment. I'll try to write nice things.
Love, Pemb.

 

Great effort....+
a lot better then the one I read before...
quite sad but ...such is life...You'll find the cure...
keep it cool.


love.

 

Love is a short word that is capable of turning our world upside down in a second. It is as beautiful as the most precious rose but it also has thorns that can pierce your heart and on one can see you bleed. Only your heart can let you know what is the best thing to do, whether to fight for your love or let it go in the hopes that a new one will bring another rose with less thorns.

Take care,
Winterfairy

 

I like the delicious form to write your poems so full of images, tuneful, with melancholy and little of pain.
I congratulate you and greetings for you. with my stars.

 

Thanks so much Winterfairy for your comment, I know you understand a lot of what my writings say.
Abrazos y rosas para ti
Pemberley :::sorpresa1:::

 

Once again I'm so honored to have you here JBR, and to thank you so much for your sweet sweet comment.
I know that sad poems weren't suppoused to be enjoyed, but I do.
THANKS AGAIN,
LOVE, PEMBERLEY:::sorpresa1:::