When all the world is ending
and my face is in the dirt
I'll fall like autumns leaves,
too soft for it to hurt.

Its been a while since i felt that familiar beat in my heart
accelerated, tempted, waiting to be torn apart
your eyes can see through me so im sure that you know
just how to hold me dear lover, and never let go...

You dont have a name now
or a face that i dare see
all you are is a distant longing
a distant longing to me

Sarcasm can cut, just not deep enough. You deserve the sting of a bullet to the heart.

"Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness,
an island whose rocks are hopes,
whose trees are dreams,
whose flowers are solitude,
and whose brooks are thirst."
-Kahlil Gibran

Ive come to worry about little things
like when you're smile doesn't reach your eyes
i worry about the screams...i can hear inside
and i wonder when you gave up...and why
when i was here all along
always in your arms

But I didn't know then this sadness
That anger
Was MY guilt for seeing.
For keeping my eyes open
When they are so easy to shut.

She cries but it's just those crocodile tears. There's no point in bringing up what's been hidden by years. Everyone's secret craves for attention, but some things are just beyond simple-minded comprehension.

Don't spill your guts to glazed eyes...

[a thought for a poem...writer's block]

You are my heart and soul,
The road wherever I go.
The strength that let's me fly above,
You are my one, my true,
My only love.