The fountain of smiles have drained from here - from a heart that no longer wants to feel.
So bland that as the wings soar, it is no longer with joy and gaiety, yet with aimlessness and doubt.
Nothing is of essence.
Live and let live. And dont ever come back.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I Love Her
I got talking to a guy the other day, and we stumbled upon a topic in which this whole site is based - love.
He said, with this intese, yet calming and certain tone "I love her".
And it hit me like nothing has before. How wonderful for a man to relive his love in the complexities of the day.
It made me long for the day when a man will go out into the world, and think of nothing more, hope for nothing more, than to love me above any other.
There are alot of things that people can say about love, but there's no mistaking that which comes from the heart.
He said, with this intese, yet calming and certain tone "I love her".
And it hit me like nothing has before. How wonderful for a man to relive his love in the complexities of the day.
It made me long for the day when a man will go out into the world, and think of nothing more, hope for nothing more, than to love me above any other.
There are alot of things that people can say about love, but there's no mistaking that which comes from the heart.
Monday, September 28, 2009
To You
You say that you're my friend. But you're not.You say that you are here for me. But you're not.
You say that you care for me but you dont! I'm sorry that I believed you. I'm sorry to you and I am sorry to myself that I believed it. I dont need it. I dont want it anymore. A burden it shall always be to anyone who dares to call me a friend. I will cry. And I will cry and cry and cry, until the anger swells in my eyes.
Until my heart is no longer weary. And then I will be strong. And when I smile at you, know, that you did nothing, and when I call you a friend, you can try to remember when you were there for me, but you never will - because you weren't.
You say that you care for me but you dont! I'm sorry that I believed you. I'm sorry to you and I am sorry to myself that I believed it. I dont need it. I dont want it anymore. A burden it shall always be to anyone who dares to call me a friend. I will cry. And I will cry and cry and cry, until the anger swells in my eyes.
Until my heart is no longer weary. And then I will be strong. And when I smile at you, know, that you did nothing, and when I call you a friend, you can try to remember when you were there for me, but you never will - because you weren't.
Togetherness
I step in to the darkness. The darkenss blinds me. I reach out to feel the hope in the nothingness in front of me. Not a flinch to be felt, not a sentiment to touch.
The spears spiralling towards me, I can feel them coming. From where I cannot see. I am blinded as they bask in the kindness I cannot hide away. I ask why, but there is no why.
The spears spiralling towards me, I can feel them coming. From where I cannot see. I am blinded as they bask in the kindness I cannot hide away. I ask why, but there is no why.
Inert
If only the wind would show me the way. I'd follow.
If only the flames painted me a path, I'd walk.
But what would it be to trail along a track? To be led and not to lead.
Has it never been before?
That you had taken that in which was never offered,
To strengthen and build for them what would never be yours?
No! The path of stones in which you wrote,
They had always let you through.
But what would it be had you chosen the choice
To be led and not to lead.
Would you survive the test of time? Or I.
If only the flames painted me a path, I'd walk.
But what would it be to trail along a track? To be led and not to lead.
Has it never been before?
That you had taken that in which was never offered,
To strengthen and build for them what would never be yours?
No! The path of stones in which you wrote,
They had always let you through.
But what would it be had you chosen the choice
To be led and not to lead.
Would you survive the test of time? Or I.
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