Of Being In Love

I remember the first time my soul saw yours
I remember the first time our eyes met
It was both epic and tragic
At the time I didn’t understand that our time was limited
I didn’t know you would be the first one to reach God
We had fun, so much fun
We laughed, cried, talked, smoked, and kissed
Oh, we kissed
I remember your lips
It was like getting high without any drugs
You made sure I was happy
I made sure you were mine
We were both lost, but when we were together everything made sense
It was like we cure our each other
Little did we know, we were incurable
All the evil and dark consumed us
I was so happy, I didn’t question anything
I didn’t want the dream to end
Days felt like hours, and minutes felt like years
Every minute I spent with you was worth it
I was in love with the mistakes I did for you
I’m still in love
I will always be in love

  • Hedonist Poet 
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Of Being In Love

On Writing

I write to free my mind, my thoughts
A deadly weapon to society
You pick up a gun or a knife
I pick up a pen and let my words start to fight
You fill your emptiness with drugs
Whereas I fill it with haunting words
I see things that you can’t see
I allow myself to learn more than you will ever know
I watch, I listen and most importantly I feel
Then I write
I don’t care if I make a difference when I write
At times I know my words can change or even save a life
And just when you think I have nothing left to say
I pick my pen right back up for a new day
And I write

Hedonist Poet

On Writing

Something That Made Me Think of You

Tell me all of your secrets
The darker it is the better
I can cut a little deeper
Show you my pain under my sweater
It’s been lonely here
Since your mysterious disappear
I’ve been dreaming about you a lot
All day and all night
I miss the taste of your lips
I miss the way you kissed
It’s been lonely here
Since your mystical disappear

– Hedonist Poet

Something That Made Me Think of You

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Your darkness doesn’t make sense
Most of the time it’s feels like death
Even God is too young and alive
You are too spoiled to be around

You don’t need to make sense of it all
Sometimes you just need to enjoy it, that’s all
Can’t you let go off your lovely drugs?
And kiss the blue lips of the ocean for once?

Listen to the rhythm and I promise you
You will see that it has nothing to do with your heroin
Life might be overrated but death has nothing
To offer you other than forever sleeping

If you’re so in love with the night time
And your twisted lifestyle
You shouldn’t forget that you can only enjoy
Darkness, if you have the light of the life

– Hedonist Poet

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