Purple Poetry

Shes that girl that won't grow up, for shes scared that it's a sin. And every change shes ever made for us, they're only mere has-beens. Her mother won't let her go, And her dad, she let him down, but when she and I were together, I would never see a frown. I was the prince who set out to save her She was the princess to my throne And when I finally gave her my heart, She made sure it was thrown. She let true love be parished, but fundemantal thoughts, I saw our relationship in an hourglass and saw it trickle down to nought. But I hope shes happy now When we've parted seperate ways, It seems I held my princess in my arms but that was only yesterday.

My dear friends, I write for a purpose, and that purpose is to let others know their feelings are shared by not only themselves but by others as well. In attempts to reach out and touch the hearts of people, I've migrated my poems to DeviantArt . The only reason I choose to do so is to help me reach those who need someone to relate to, because my blog doesn't reach the depths of society that I would like it too. I've also been toying with Photoshop. I MIGHT put some of those projects on there as well. I'm currently unsure. Im sorry to all my faithful PPP Blog members, but you know my Mission Statement, and If you'd like to follow me still, You can at DeviantArt . Thank you for your understanding. -The Management.

Tides toss, and lightening burns, as we hold our secret tight. Take love in our hands, and we'll make it through the night. Waves press against us, and God begins to roar, as he tries his best to end this, and wash us upon separate shore. Whirlpools appear and tear from starboard to port, clinging to each other, as our only last resort. Lost your body in the sea, as oceans lay to rest putting love and heart, to its greatest test. I grab a breath as earth began to quake, little did I know, it's the last i'll ever take. We end up parted, You on shore one, I on shore two, My body lay lifeless, You take your finger to the sand, and write "I'm sorry, I love you."

From the factory we are born, Machines piece by piece. Lack of feelings for emotion, in harmony and peace. From the heart of fire, and the molds of steel, we robots rise with pain, we lack the feel. Words turn to numbers, and we execute commands. Turning resource to robots, to balance supply and demand. And although we are emotional, our cores seem to fall, as we melted the robot, that started us all.

Look what you've done, I hope your happy. We could'a had the best, romantic, sweet, and sappy. But look what you've done, you've gone and hung love at the noose, yet I still want to try, but what the hell is the use? I see what you've done, and feel empty as the sea, yet when I stare into your eyes, I feel we can still be. Look what you've done, cut my heart down the middle, and into double, I hope for what it's worth, it was worth all the trouble.

Will we make it? You know its you, I cant live without, and I know its not love, but its a hell of a lot more than like, and yet.. Will it work? I'm starting to have my doubts. You say you've got worries, and I know their not fake. And I thought we could get past them, but for god's sake. I just keep see it happening, when every barrier in between us exist, Our love is hindered by the thick, misery inducing mist. You say your still in, but i see you backing out, and I think i can still make it work, but im starting to have my doubts.