I won't write of love anymore. <br />I won't write of you, because I think I've said it all, <br />and it's becoming unhealthy <br />this dream of you. <br />It's already winter and I wouldn't even noticed it, <br />if it wasn't for these fat people with white beards and red clothes. <br />Didn't I tell you not to make me fall in love with you! <br /> <br />The last words I write you, <br />I belive are these. <br />There are too many men that want you, <br />for me to fight alone <br />in this loveless war. <br />My giants are fighting <br />but the love you had for your heroes <br />makes them invincible. <br />I have swallowed your pain, <br />I have called you bride, <br />but it wasn't enough to surpass <br />the flaws you saw in me. <br /> <br />The world can go to hell, <br />it was only you that I cared. <br />And I hope to meet you again someday, <br />in the world that we deserve, <br />the world of cloudless love, <br />where my dreams are more than dreams. <br />I do love you, but I'm not a begger.<br /><br />Junkyard Of Muses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/11111987/
