You are the seed of my soul, and you have watered me with your love, and because of that, i am now a beautiful rose.

I see you, standing with her and knw that i cant say a thing because you are no longer in my grasp, but laying on her bed

I see you, and I want to touch your face, I feel you, and my heart begins to race, but when you see me, you laugh

When you smile and laugh and joke around, i cry, and scream, and hurt. When you walk as though nothing is wrong, I walk with a bleeding soul.

Sometimes we think that holding on is the best thing to do, but why hold on to somehting that has already let us go?