

Letting goWhy do I keep doing this Alway tourchering myself by thinking something is there She doesn't care anymore She's moved on She has started a whole new life Without me There is nothing I can do now But let her go I just hope she doesn't fall into what she did last time I don't want to see her in pain anymore I just want to see her happy for onceLetting go


It's no longer realThis is how it is It's not going to change You know what you want but you can't have it It's the closest it's ever beenIt's no longer real
But also the furthest You see it right in front of you Yet it passed so long ago You hear her voice But see only darkness You sense her presence But you are all alone You feel her touch But you've gone numb


By myselfI thought you loved me but it seems I fell for it again I thought you cared about me but it was just another game I keep falling for the same thing All the lies and tricks They never stop It happens all the time Always with the I love you's Then comes the I hate you's It never stays the same It's always changing Why can't I find the right one The one who loves me and means it The one who cares and shows it I think I'm just meant to be like this forever though Never to find her Always to walk by myselfBy myself


True loveI look into your eyes and see what I have always wanted You are my hopes and dreams and the only one for me Without you I couldn't see going on You're the reason why I'm still here You're all the good in my life All the pain I had is gone Now that I have you Everytime we talk you bring a smile to my face and I fall deeper in love with you You'll never know how much you've done just by saying a few simple words but they mean the world to me and I never want it to changeTrue love


Artistic IntercourseMusic winds beyond your room, dancing its way to my window, where slips past the pin-prick sized holes in my gossamer curtains. Upon reaching me, it's just a jumble of words, a hint of melody blending with the patter of rain outside my room. Still, the garbled music forms a tenuous bond between our two lives, tendrils of which are weighed down by pregnant droplets of water.Artistic Intercourse
A faint drumming makes its way into my room as well, mixing with the percussion of splashing raindrops. Your palms slap against the stretched leather, music flowing from your fingertips. I close my eyes and let the rhythm overtake me.
Your hands k
Jag
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Good bye
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Just you wait, your time will come.
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Staring at the sea
Will she come?...
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Just you wait, your time will come.
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Just you wait, your time will come.
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~Mayakashi
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Just you wait, your time will come.
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