I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Just because it perished? Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I haven’t been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
So for now,I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,And the next time I see you,I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,And when I fall asleep beside you I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,because I don’t know if I will.I don’t know if I will.- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone. Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>