My days are cold and lonely. my night filled withDreams of a warm heart. the love that I feel for my lover feels like my heart is being torn apart. I long for his touch upon my cheek and his hand at the base of my back. The true gentleman that is with in him is what most of society lacks. a tender touch a warm embrace, the way he looks at me could melt this black icey heart. THe craving for the touch of my lover haunts me to no end. until i see you again my love, Sweet inocents proclaim.
The vemin that springs from each word you say. The lies that were told to me day after day. You seem to think that it s all some game, to play with someone’s heart and through it away. Your days are numbered in hours my forgotten friend for abandon is coming to bring you your end
I look out my window on the horizon I can see the glow from the sun just rising. I turn to face you and you are not there. Are you a dream? Do you really exist? A shadow that moves threw my nights and a flicker of light in the morning.
The dreams that I see for you and me are as one, not as separate individuals. I want to open my eyes and see you there but the doubt that you will not be next to me is not something that I can bare.
I have opened you up to a new beginning and a new adventure. I have given my self to you. Given you a taste of my world, and the power that can be harnessed, and blown you away. I feel like this is a dream.
Because reality can sting like a double-edged sword. Cut you till you bleed no more. Your emotions pour out on the floor leaving you vulnerable and motionless. Love can hurt but only if you let it.
Why do people hold back their emotions? Can we not express our selves? We are given certain impulses and do not act on them. If we learned to follow our hearts and lean on our emotion then we could live closer lives. No one seems to understand the laws that I follow everyday.
The place where I hide my feelings inside is guarded by lock and key.
My heart has not seen the light of love in nearly one third of a century.
When the world that you know comes tumbling down it buries you under its weight.
The crushing feeling like you can not catch your breath.
Why do we all pretend that depression does not exist?
How do we put on this show for the rest of the world to see?
Because it is a trait of humanity. And to forget it would mean you were free.
Free from the chains that bind, free from the screams that you hear in your head.
Free to make your own destiny, and free to believe that you are not dead.
People walk around so blinded by human emotion, which can not see what lies ahead.
The end of the World will soon be up on us sooner then we think for it is humanity that is killing itself,
While the few free people left will sit and watch. The world will self destruct from our ignorance.
My nights can be so cold.
The Darkness envelops me.
I feel like I am dying inside.
The world around me is filled with disappointment.
The little thing sends me into a downward spiral.
This existence to me is filled with regret.
No smile appears on my face.
In my heart an empty space.
My heart is somewhere else.
My love is long since gone
My body only remains as a vessel
No feelings do have inside
The numbness has taken me over.
Not much longer can I hide.
I feel my life is one big lie.
This duel personality of mine that is hidden.
Is burning to come alive.
It longs for freedom.
No longer scared and afraid.
A new life begins as my cocoon opens.
No reason to hide from the world
Still a beauty in my lover eyes.
I feel I can concur the world
My love for another has never been stronger.
My heart burns with an eager desire.
The bright light of my future surrounds me.
The bright light engulfs me.
My time for purification, the gift of second sight.
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