A few poems, of the romantic variety

Roses are that weird strawberrish red,
Stupid Violets are ridiculous blue,
I fell helplessly in love,
Sometimes I wish,
It wasn't with you.
I'm really bad at poems,
Please forgive the helpless bits.
Now we know each other, more then anyone really...
Now there is no regret.
So many lies between each other, to keep the other safe from the truth.
But would the truth honestly hurt anymore then the truth we already know?
Sometimes I wish we weren't so close,
But no one else is as close as you,
And sometimes I feel safe thinking about how impossibly ridiculous the two of us are,
So completely different, yet so similar.
So the tiny attempts to push you away,
I never tried very hard, I wanted you to be close.
So when you did, I felt every bit of hatred I had for you.
Then that slowly faded, and I fell so much deeper...
And I don't regret any of it...
No, I'm glad I have you.                                                                                                         Because I love you.

Such a beautiful masquerade
All the pretty gowns, the fancy suits...
So much drinking, such a light mood...
What is this I'm waking up in?
Such a dark, encramped box,
I can't get out,
Losing myself as I let out my last breath.
I'm looking at you through my mind,
It feels like a pause in time. (So perfect)
It feels like forever, but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home inside your heart.
But the stars, the stars, they make me feel at home. Watching as the moon passes by, glittering in the dew covered grass.
The slow, quiet, "Knock knock" Of my knuckles as I use my last bit of energy to rap my knuckles against the side of this box, hoping some one will come and rescue me from what I've fallen into, what I can't climb out of. Maybe some one would hear and save me, finally. But the hope diminishes as I pass out, already too late as I let out my last breathe.

One of my friends wrote a verse in that one, and we both wrote this one. 

It's a simple rhyme
The kettle is still going
And it's dark as night
Well the night cuts deep
Through the hearts of our minds
Because
The floors just dirt
And the walls are enclosing
The petals have fallen on the coffin
Not a breathe stirs the air
Nothing is left for us here
Now that everything has gone.
It's useless to stay
With such hopeless needs
With no one here to listen and care

The End

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