Poems from Brandy1243

I guess the thing is we all want something to fight for;  we're all searching for a fight.  The fight is what gives us purpose, right? No...
I cover the built up emotion and soon I become indifferent. Indifferent to loss; indifferent to pain; indifferent to happiness, now  it...
My first love has has his own first love,  in which we both can't get over. My first love's first love has a first love which is he..  
  Happiness is but a myth of life,   A satire of it's own design. It consumes a person's soul, Through their heart, then their mind.  ...