Love Poetry Sucks

Love Poetry Sucks

A Poem by Dante Andriano
"

Give me a half made world and the tools to finish it Give me one hundred men and a thousand enemies Give me a boat and a storm to tame

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All sad love poetry is horrible

Crying for a love that is not meant to happen

I will cry, but not for you

Rather for the love that I'm burying

He was young, filled with hope

He died of coldness, of indifference

Impatient to grow up like any kid

Fearless like only young couples can be

But sadness, start packing

Be done with it, begone, I am sorry for being a poor host

I'll walk alone as I've done most of my life

Yes, I'll miss those steps at my side

Yes, I may crumble from time to time

But I am not paper, and I'll uncrumble myself

I'll stand up, carrying this heavy dream

I lost many things
I'll add your love to the list
I'll add all the photos to the box
I'll pick up my rusty sword 

The night does not wait for too long

Darkness fears no light, as much as any man wants

And there is no darkest hour than the one we reluct to fight

We breath hope, we expire our legacy

But a hero won't lay on the ground waiting for things to better up

Give me a half made world and the tools to finish it
Give me one hundred men and a thousand enemies
Give me a boat and a storm to tame
In death my dad taught me, rest is for the weak
We fall in peace, we fight passionately 

Yes, all love fades

All lights eventually die

But for the love of the glimmer, we light another one up

We die, we get up, we cry and shatter day after day

After all, I've seen my hopes be ripped apart a thousand times

Only to show up tomorrow, scarless, with a brand new boat

Ready to depart, to die, to fall apart

Hope

Be my glorious "wake up" to this longsome night

But you should hurry up

I don't want to depart alone, but I will if I must

I don't want to try out tears, but fearing them will be my death

Tombstones, fallen heroes and a legacy I cant begin to cherish

This is my quest

This will kill me when I stop lifting my hands

It will pity me, bury me, and wait for another phoenix to rise

After all, what is want without force

But the cry of an unfit soul for stronger hands

I will rise for you, rise others for me, and bring about the ultimate fall

If you want to strike me, once and for all

You better start breathing now, foul dragon

Lost souls are inmune to the fires the depression brings about

That's why you can't stop me, you won't risk half of my "all in".

Anger yourself, as much as I anger with the world's apathy

Scream to me, as much as I scream to my weakness and chains

Let the rage consume you and burn deep within your heart

To prove my point I might give you a free shot

Shoot to kill, shoot to maim, shoot my love, shoot my stars

Destroy the love my mom taught me and the ambition that dad brought me

Kill my hopes, kill my dreams, my body and my hands

Break my sword, tamper your shield and hold fast

I. AM. COMING. FOR YOU

I. WONT. STOP

© 2016 Dante Andriano


Author's Note

Dante Andriano
English is not my mother's tongue so some errors are expected. Any help would be appreciated

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Added on February 27, 2016
Last Updated on February 27, 2016
Tags: love, poetry, carry on, fury, selfhelp, breakup, courage

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Dante Andriano
Dante Andriano

Argentina