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Missing you comes at the most unexpected hours.
I have no idea how?
But you have left traces of you all over me and my life, that,
Even this sky looks like you,
Then how can i say goodbye?
And all that i wished for,
was to watch all the sunrises of my life with you.
But you;
You left before the sun rose,
Before the people woke,
Before our love bloomed.
And for you I sinned; Again and again, For this love has painted my heart, And governed my soul. For you I live. For you I breathe. For you I exist. I took their hand as they lead me to my doom, Oh Mighty!
And for you I sinned;
Again and again,
For this love has painted my heart,
And governed my soul.
For you I live.
For you I breathe.
For you I exist.
And for you I sinned;
Again and again,
For this love has painted my heart,
And governed my soul.
For you I live.
For you I breathe.
For you I exist.
And for you I sinned;
Again and again,
For this love has painted my heart,
And governed my soul.
For you I live.
For you I breathe.
For you I exist.
I wish we wrote more semicolons;I wish perfectly good sentences wouldn’t have to end;I wish even the imperfect sentences would have a chance at a happy ending;I wish people wouldn’t put a period on what could’ve been so beautiful;I wish they could
We made our boat from Dreams,
and anchored ourselves with Hope,
so that no matter what Storm comes,
we'll Always stay afloat.
are you in love with me
or are you in love with the idea of being in love.
do I enlighten your soul or is it your body that wants me?
how resolute are you in love ?
will you ever make a move ?
Taking a road,
A road down uncharted territory,
From a flower blooming
to a restless seed.
A silly child, know-it-all
wondering amioulsy and understandingly
feeling tall;
You held me. Spoke few but
The words Gone,
You were gone and your shadow left
I can’t see myself-
In the mirror,
A figure of stranger struggling.
Holding on to the smoke
Trust me I know, I know what you think I don't know
I wish you would of told me what you thought I didn't know
I wish you would of told me months ago but you didn't..
Lost.
Hopeless.
Tear filled eyes
Gaze
Upon the scene.
The horror.
What mad game has the artist played?
Conjuring up dark roots,
Faded memories,
I want you
to smile and laugh
to relish in the sunlight
and love by the moonlight.
I want you
to visit my dusty bookshelf
and read my favorite book
and try to understand why it speaks to me.
My heart.My easily wounded and sensitive heart.With a string attached, floating like a balloon in the gentle breeze.My heart.Is done.Done being whipped and thrashed in the brutal vicious wind.The wind that forms tornado's.The wind that knocks over
Tears are streaming from my eyes,
These feelings cold and twisted,
My heart hides its muffled cries,
My eyes are cold and misted.
Hold me gently in your arms,
Take away my fears.
