Poetry is an impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.... even so, i love it for what it is. |
The truth is elusive because it knows where to...
There’s so much truth we don’t see...
I’ve never been so close to someone
Yet seem so far away...
There is one simple thing
I want you to know...
Lost in denial of the pain of the past,
and these feelings of you will always last...
At the edge with no grasp,
Its inevitable Ill fall...
You want it to happen.
exactly what u wished for...
I just cry
and I cry...
Youre like a vampire of the night
Stealing my life, right out of sight...
Will u wait?
Who will wait...
Even though it is not fare
that she had to leave the world today...
Only kiss me if you promise its not the last |
Don't kiss me if you intend on making it our last... |
Don’t ever give up, if you still want to try, don’t whip your eyes if you still want to cry, don’t stop asking questions if you still want to know, don’t say you don’t love him if you can’t let him go. |