Feelings of DoomI'm feeling worthless againFeelings of Doom5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may be my reflection,
Or maybe the fact that I am
I just don't know
Life has been hard
It's too much
Too much to force on one person
One who hasn't even lived
There hasn't been enough time
But how much time is left?
One never knows
Not until it's too late...
Saved From MiseryIt seemed like an eternity had went bySaved From Misery4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Since I started wishing my emotions to die
You revived me and my heart but I still cry
Because I now wish to never say goodbye.
Almost every time I'd be shocked and amazed
How we could talk and connect like its the most natural thing
Eventually I embraced my feelings and was no longer afraid
You gave me so much without you even realizing.
Since the beginning, I couldn't wait for a chance
Yet I'm still getting ready to be asked the question
Even when I've already asked so many times to have our first dance
But I'll listen to my heart with no condition
Be honest with yourself, then be honest with me
There is no reason for us to feel sorry
So take my hand and lets run free
Cuz you're the one who saved me from misery.
Our Love Has FadedI feel through my heart a cold bladeOur Love Has Faded4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I watch our love fade.
Do you feel the exact same?
Do you feel this excruciating pain?
This pain reaches to the deepest part of my soul
For it is your love that makes me whole!
How could you let something so beautiful die?
And not even cry!
The truth I now plainly see,
You never cared for me!
Wish upon that starShe sat with him, held his hand tight in hers as they both lay atop the building. It was an old building, stained by time and blackened with sin, an ancient voyeur of the city. She had hoped that someday they would rent a flat in this building, together. And laughed at everything, and cried, and loved. She had wished to be together with him.Wish upon that star4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not like this.
Never like this.
She hadn't imagined that it would end up like this.
His grip was loosening, and she could feel him slipping away, she tightened her grip and held his hand, till her knuckles were white. She didn't want to let him go; she told herself that the wetness on her cheeks was rain, she told herself his breathing was fast because he'd just ran up three flights of stairs, she told herself that he wasn't crying because he was sad, but because the night sky was so beautiful.
It was blossoming all over his shirt now; making little poppies bloom across the off-white material, her breath choked her as she knelt beside him, star