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Poems by Psyche

Summers Heat

Smiling softly when I wake,
looking into the moonlit lake.
On my balcony I stand,
With your picture in my hand.
I miss your love, my only dear,
I hate it when you are not near.
But soon my love, again we'll meet,
In the Midsts of Summers Heat.

The Moonlight

In the darkness, a soft breeze blows.
In the moonlight my love for you grows.
In the peace and serenity of night,
I see the stars growing bright.

I feel the gentleness of the night wind.
I feel your love when you hug me again.
In the moonlight I see your smile,
I laugh and think, 'I can go on... for now'.

Love?
Love is nothing simple, love is nothing free. Love is never easy when you are loving me.
For I crave attention and I enjoy games, I'll always pick and make fun and ignore your angry claims.
If you don't love me, then I'll be something you can never touch, and if by chance your love is true, then games and tricks you won't mind. Much.

Knightess
A time of dragons, a time of Knights,
A time of lances and sword fights.
A time of Ladies, Lords and Kings,
A time of magic and mystical things.
Those are the times that are my favorite of all,
Because I pretend I'm a Knightess, standing straight and tall.

Betrayed
Love is found, trust is earned, faith is kept, hearts are burned.
Keep my faith, earn my trust, find my love, for that's a must.
I'm sorry to say, that my trust you have earned, but I have
betrayed you, and your heart may be burned.

Skitso
Cold, dark, fear...
I hear voices,
Yelling, screaming, torchure...
They are calling.
Whispers, laughs, cries...
They mock me.
I pull my hair.
Fall to my knees.
"Why are you doing this?
Please leave me be!"
Snickering, poking, grinning...
Only one chance left.
Taunting, cauxing, convincing...
Leading me to death...