We were like romeo and juliet
so deeply in love we want to get married
running to quickly through our love
only one thing left to complete it
we havent killed ourselves yet...

True love is knowing,
that with a few simple words,
you could bring someones life crashing down around them,
and never saying those words...

Your sticks and stones will break my bones
but your words cut me so much deeper...

Too blind to see whats just ahead yet hindsight burns within my head

Unfortunately thus is life...things you need done to save things rarely are, the things people hope for rarely occur and looking back, things will always look better on the road you didnt take...

In a world of broken things how is anything ever fixed? if something is never truly whole how can being whole be truly missed?

And so, on we strive forth forever beating at time hoping to push it back as we push through its phathomless reaches, infinite in all aspects, fighting back death in this war known as life.