Kiara-Dixon

I know you don't understand, because you're not the sweet girl I used to know, but I still hurt just as badly as if it were only yesterday that you left. I can't help crying most every night because I miss you so much. I just can't understand how this happened, or why, or how you became so cold. I don't get how you went from wanting me to be happy and loving me and wanting things to improve for me to someone who could destroy me so thoroughly, and who can be so happy while I'm so miserable, and not even care in the slightest about me and my feelings. You became so selfish and mean, and the girl I fell in love with is gone, replaced by a treac

Desolate heart of troubled mind, With passion, desire, tenderness filled, But sweet affections not repaid in kind, Hath so with infatuation thyself killed. Pierced softly by nightingale's song, Locked away within decorative box, Sleepless all the night long, As though afflicted with a secret pox. Darkness lifts, but passion remains. Sunlight dulls under autumn's reign; Death where life once bloomed, Despondence where hope once loomed. Delight shall be ever sought after Though with hopeful, gleeful eyes, May not be found any faster Than the cheery summer skies. Coolness setting in fast, Winter's on the rise. All things which through summer