Tagged poems, poetry, summer, childhood, child, hearts, sad, sweet,. I remember those sweet summer days. Laughing and dancing amid sunrays. Your eyes sparkled as you smiled at me,. Playing in our childhood reverie. All the troubles and sorrows that we both had. At least momentarily, our hearts were carefree. Unburdened, the way innocent child hearts should be.

Montreal-based poet who fell in love with poetry to cope with mental illness. Loves books and good coffee. Passion I by Robert Gibson. Last night, I kissed your lips raw in an attempt to. Disfigure you, to render you utterly mutilated. Hoping nobody would ever want you again. And you would stay mine. Safe, here, in the hollow of my chest. It was wrong I know; How selfish! But darling, I was born for this for living. And you oh you, leave me wanting to never die again.