I Guess This Is How It IsSo this is how it is nowI Guess This Is How It Is in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sad smile across a crowded hall
Todays forgotten but yesterday remains
Beating forever in the hearts of us all
So this is how it is now
You say you can't remember his name
He nodded at you but you turned away
And still your cheeks burn with shame
So this is how it is now
It's something no one quite understands
One mans trash is anothers treaure
But you've tossed us to the curb again
So this is how it is now
I don't expect you to care
So this is how it is now
But you still wish he was there...
A Secret LoveA single glance from you to meA Secret Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A hidden smile only I can see
A movement subtle but incomplete
Forever seems a lonely feat
One step closer and I catch your scent
My knees go weak, dropped into dizzy descent
A sly glance to catch your eye
Stubborn chin stuck out to defy
A moment of terror when I think you don't care
Replaced by a rush when you take my hand
Skin to skin, an electric touch
Hand to hand, a heartfelt rush
A hand drops from shoulder to waist
This battered heart begins to race
Fingers to cheek to lift my face upwards
I'd live in this moment forever if I could
So close to you I can trace your lips
So close to that perfect kiss
A sounding bell reminds me none of this is true
Second period day dreaming is the closest I ever get to you
Do You Ever Miss Me?Don't you ever miss her?Do You Ever Miss Me? in Free Verse More Like This
That girl in your dreams
You said you were in love with her
But that love was never seen
Yes, don't you ever miss her?
The only thing you can think about every hour of every day
And when they're triggered
The forgotten memories
Of fondness and smiles
Don't you ever miss her?
When you're all alone
And you hug your knees to your chest
And dream of her warmth
What her skin would've felt like against yours
How her voice would've sounded in your ear
It's gone now
But you miss her
Do you miss me?
DreamsDo you have these dreams too?Dreams in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A darkened room and only you
Walking towards you as you fade away
I make a grab for you as I scream "Stay!"
My grip weakens on your wrist as I look into your eyes
And see relfected back at me, all my own lies
You're faded now, you're almost gone
Leaving me to weep and mourn
Because, my dear, I still love you
And all I'm wondering- do you dream these dreams too?
You'll Never GuessYou can't fill every silence with sinister glaresYou'll Never Guess in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You can't spend every second pretending you care
You can't spend your whole life feeding people lies
Because I can see the truth when I look into those eyes
You can't expect me to care when your world falls around your ears
You can't expect me to help, to fight away your fears
You can't expect me to answer, to listen to your cries
Because I can find no light when I look into those eyes
CityI want to write about citiesCity in Free Verse More Like This
Something magical yet simple
About the skyline
And how such an ordinary view can take my breath away
With the simplicity
How something so huge still has a vulnerable side
But I can't
I want to write about how the sunlight
Is caught in all the windows
And reflected forever, bouncing beams of light
Back and forth
Back and forth
But I can't
I want to write about how when it rains
And the puddles catch the reflections
Of all the passers by
But keep everybodys secret
Until they're broken by the perfect ripples
But I can't
I want to write about the city
And how it never feels like home
Until you've been beaten so much
That you realise there is no where else to go
So home is where the heart grows absent
But I can't
LoveLove is upLove in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is down
Love is going through
When you want to go round
"Love is never having to say you're sorry"
But you say it anyway
Love is all those secret smiles
When there's nothing more to say
Love is having scars on your feet
From wearing the shoes they bought you
Love is listening to 'I love you's
And knowing every word is true
Love is writing silly poems
Exactly like this
And love is not actually knowing
Exactly what love is
The FlowerHana:The Flower in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That boy is looking at me again
Admiring my beauty, I guess
I must admit he has good taste
Because I simply am the best
With my tall and slender figure
And petals of yellow, so bright
And the way I sway and move around
I am quite a sight
All the other flowers
Are envious of poor me
But I can't help that I am better
Beauty rivals jealousy
He's still looking at me closely
And I wink as I sway in the breeze
It's never going any further
But I know he likes what he sees
There it is again
That flower keeps catching my eye
Something so beautiful...
It makes me want to cry
But as I watch it longer
I am filled with violent fury
This flower reminds me of Her
And all the lies She told me!
Look at its perfect petals
And that tall and slender stem
God, She always thought she was gorgeous
That She was better than them
I can't stand this any longer!
In this flower a painful memory remains trapped
My cheeks either ached from smiling
Or stung from where I was slapped
No, I can't just leave i
I Could Work For HallmarkI had to do this againI Could Work For Hallmark in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This writing to you thing
Give it one more shot
Hey, I might get lucky this time
(And I'm not gonna make this rhyme)
((Besides that last line...))
I could tell you a million things
Describe you in a tacky explosion of clichés and over used expressions
But I won't
Because you're better than that
You deserve the truth
And the truth is...
I love you
Uhm..Too often do we seeUhm.. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In this world of ours
A girl confused beyond reason
No matter how convincing she sounds
She has a good head on her shoulders
And appears to have a good grip on reality
But what goes on behind her quiet demeanor
Is there a person we can't see?
Is she head over heels in love
Or jealous of her best friend?
What runs through her mind when she's alone
What message is she trying to send
Slim girl, very pretty
The perfect stereotype
Of the girl who gets all the guys
Well that just isn't right
She doesn't know who she wants to be
She has trouble letting people in
It's a battle within herself for peace
And you'll never guess which side'll win
Portrait of UnknownSomehow it was easier to sit on the darkPortrait of Unknown in Free Verse More Like This
Somehow it was harder,
And then she collapsed
Life was like a seesaw
The river kept its course
Scepticism correded her soul
And irony just took control
For the soul that now is gone...
For the portrait of unknown.
You and IWhat's the point?You and I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the branches go back and fort
As the leaves fall from the tree
As I see life going on
And then I see you an me.
And the past? It never ends
And our life? It has to change
And the memories? Stay on a trunk
And the kisses would have to fade
So know, what's the point?
It's just pointless.
Let's talk tonightDo you see my eyes?Let's talk tonight in Free Verse More Like This
They play back the memories of yesterday
Can you hear my fake smile?
Im trying to hide the moments we had.
Can you still feel the beat of my heart?
I am so scared because I know you read my mind.
So let's talk tonight ok?
Show me your last try.
You give me your hints
I'll give you a lie.
Closed Til JuneAnd she held her breath... and she smiled.Closed Til June in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was sure he was going to come.Yes, she was. Was she?
The wind gently touched her face, she could feel every beat of her heart as time went away.
Trying to keep track of every second while seated on that bench, every movement, every noise, every smell.... trying to take photographs in her mind but this feeling didn't let her concentrate well.
As her thoughts escaped and this infinite number of qualms came to her head, as she kept doubting.. that's when she felt a tear coming down from her eyes.
But nothing was better than this agony.
Every second felt as an eternity, every step resounded in her head.. noises, people talking, yelling!; she could hear every time the clock ticked, she could listen time rushing and at that exact moment she knew her life was about to change.
A cold rush of blood invaded her entirely body –now she could trap the moment- and all the world stopped.
... she felt his warm hand on her shoulder, and she h
AlleinThe wind whispered somethingAllein in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It sounded so remote, so silent
I could barely get
I think I didn't want to listen
But the wind just blew in
No one really called for his help
Help is what I need today
Something to make me understand
In despite of all I've dream
Silent whispers makes me think
"Listen you, naive"
"Get now what I mean?"
Mean wind dont ruin my life
Today you didn't make me fly
Naive I've been for trusting you
The way you played with me is just so cruel
Think of everything you said
Dream of things that haven't been
Been so lonely this past days
Life is hard and wind is fresh
Said leaves just listened to you
"Fly freely, never complain"
Cruel wind let me stay here
You don't want so see me happy
Happy and mournful
Days never change
Fresh breeze bring me good news
Here I'm waiting squealing friend
Complain and hurl, I don't care
You worth the waiting, worth the pain
Change my mind
Friend of mine
News are coming, wind blew out.
Surat ke.4Saya memeluk dan mencium diri sendiri. Dia layaknya seorang saya, hanya saja berbeda kelamin, garis hidup dan bau saja. Saya ber-tremor ria rasakan hangat badannya. Iya, badannya selalu hangat. Saya gemetar namun senang, nafas saya berat, tidak sesak namun saya berkeringat. Sejenak semua terasa ringan, ringan seperti kapas putih sesejuk nafasmu, yang kemudian perlahan mulai merayap ke leher saya yang kau klaim dan rasa bahwa itu adalah rahang kasar saya, jeda 3menit kau mulai statis diam dan setelah itu hanya nafasmu yang seakan berbicara muntahkan tembang senjakala. Dan saya mulai coba berpikir tuk masukkan sedikit sari tebu dalam kopi saya, kopi jambi tentunya, ahh.. bukan begitu bu?Surat ke.4 in Philosophical More Like This
Seketika semua kembali ke kosong, saya semakin kerdil dalam tanda tanya besar dan saya menjadi sehampa nilai kosong yang saya rasa. O, Bapak nasib. O, Dzat pengasih. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya hanya saat berpagutan liur dengannya. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya saat saya baui punggungnya. Saya bersyukur hany
SuperHandalJayaSaya ingin menyelamatkan dunia. Panggil saya SuperHandalJaya.SuperHandalJaya in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Selanjutnya saya akan memilih kata "luar biasa" dibanding kata konyol sebagai reaksi dari para pendengar gelegar saya. Terlebih saya akan mendukung hebatnya dengan meninggalkan pesan di tiap penjuru kota maya dalam bentuk poster photocopy berisi photo hasil manipulasi agar terlihat gagah tampan jumawa. Tak lupa kata-kata manis dan puja-puji merendah untuk yakinkan target saya akan bukti kesuperan saya di headline surat kabar harian jagat semesta.
Saya ingin menyelamatkan dunia. Panggil saya SuperHandalJaya.
Saya pun mulai berparade di tiap sudut kota maya memakai segala atribut kesuperan saya agar terlihat lebih menonjol dari yang orang biasa ataupun superhero lainnya. Tak lupa seabrek senjata beramunisi obat bius yang fungsinya untuk nina bobokan musuh-musuh asli saya (atau sekedar menganggapnya musuh/saingan), untuk kemudian saya plagiasi keahliannya lalu meramunya dengan sedikit i
PermenKosmikSaat ini saya adalah pria sinis yang sedang coba meramu gumpalan gula-gula dan berharap hasil ramuan saya nantinya akan menjadi ramuan yang dimana orang yang memakannya akn menjadi orang yang merasa berguna bagi siapa, apa, dan -Nya. Ramuan ini saya ciptakan untuk gantikan nikotin, caffeinne, dan alkohol yang sampai sekarang masih kuasai adrenalin pemicu kerja otak kanan saya. Tetapi saya telah muak karenanya, saya bosan dengan insomnia, migrain, dan sesak itu. Saya mulai mengumpulkan bahan-bahan yang saya butuhkan. Biang gula dari serat tebu yang tumbuh di daerah pegunungan Bromo, rempah-rempah tropis Halmahera, embun perawan lembah baliem, serta karbondioksida hasil serapah teriak serak akibat busuknya tingkah polah orang-orang yang permainkan arti welas asih untuk kepentingan kelamin, di ibukota, Jakarta.PermenKosmik in Fan Fiction More Like This
PermenKosmik. Iya, saya menamai hasil akhir racikan ramuan saya dengan nama PermenKosmik. Berbentuk oval, berwarna pelangi, harum rumput setelah hujan. O.. pesonanya, can
KebebasanItuMeluruhJalanNyataMalam ini kami berpetualang lintasss galaksi menuju dimensi selain bimasakti. Kami bosan disini, terlalu banyak rumusan empiris dalam berperilaku, atau mungkin juga karena di nyata dunia kami mulai bosan dengan satu identitas saja.. hehe.. *skip! Perjalanan pun kami mulai dengan mengitari bumi pada porosnya sebanyaak 13 kali lalu meluncur menuju wormhole dengan kecepatan 666jt kbps. Di sekejap menit di dalam wormhole kami rasakan sensasi tropis ayahuasca dan LSD yang racuni sadar akan kenyataan busuknya nyata. Ahh syittt.. skip lagi sajalah bagian ini. Di dalam roket magenta bergaris cyan berpucuk kuning, kami melintasi berbagai macam planet berbentuk prisma dan berwarna pelangi. Tak Kasat mata kami serasa melihat jutaan metriks bertumpuk menjadi satu sebagai unsur pembentuknya.KebebasanItuMeluruhJalanNyata in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
mmKAY, sekian basa-basinya!
Akhirnya (setelah kami mulai cukup sadar tuk mengingat nama kami masing-masing) mendaratlah roket kami di sebuah planet berbentuk oval dengan benjolan di sekelilingnya. Berada
Morning into TwilightMorning into Twilight in Free Verse More Like This
The early morning prison
against the early twilight ache
My heart is bleeding
I wish I was crying, or maybe screaming
without goodbyes, without a single
waving of the hand
thus my question is still hanging
lingers, laying in the air
unanswered and unmet
I feel scared and I feel lonely
of far 'way voices
faint cries they seem at times
But I'm not here on my land
my thought goes to what could be
all that will never be
the things that could have been
My stomach still churns
and my fingertips are cold
I fear and tremble
You don't know
you can't mind
and here I remain
stagnant in anguish
I cry to make my pain
to let the storm
unfold lest it floods over
and drowns me
often I mourn
and weep within
and swallow my pain
I let it go –this time
release the storm –for once
cold and shivering
still, and dwelling
in the early morning prison
against the early twilight ache
Meaning of My SilenceMeaning of My Silence in Free Verse More Like This
I did not tell you
that I wrote 'till three in the morning
for I couldn't find
my sleep last night
And I may not tell you
that I waited
'till midnight tonight
for the phone to ring
I tend to have
these monologue-like conversations
when I say all those words
a part of me wants you to hear
But I will tell you
I'm doing ok.
I wish I could say
I am curious
but I did not tell you
My pain is inmense
Do you really
need to hear the words
I'm not strong enough
to stand tall right now
under weight shame I cower
chained in apprehension
I will not tell you
that I'm writing past midnight
-again- but I'll try
to find some rest
Insomnia's PrisonerInsomnia's Prisoner in Free Verse More Like This
I'm finding it hard
to find my sleep
It's Wednesday already
around 1:53 am maybe...
I wonder if insomnia
has anything to do with you
the answer is to terribly obvious
that the question seems ludicrous
A deep hunger-
that yearning for peace
my longing to settle things down
cries out loud
they say, but how
do you find sadness joyful?
Sometimes I'm almost fighting...
fighting against...depression (?)
or the desire of wanting to give up
to go on with my life
and erase you
like an unfortunate mistake.
The present struggle is the one
that always seems impossible to get out of
I misunderstood you
and my mistakes are so crass...
If I only understood
that some go through life
with a somewhat
If only I learned
to shape some words
to people and what they prove to be
That "everything" at times
is to be zoomed out of
that "the whole world"
is sometimes a small town
If only I learned
to mentally remove
now and then the weight
of those all-encompassing expre
Wishing WellWishing Well in Free Verse More Like This
"I wish you well"
is all I have
the power to muster
I think of you perhaps
because I'm lonely
I remember you
because I might need
some reason for torture
for you it's been two weeks
it's been ten months
I like to think of it
as a revenge of life
on you for the way
you played with me
but I truly wish you well
and I would love
to see you saved.
those wounds were deep
skin, muscles, vein-deep
but I've recovered
those wounds no longer bleed
perhaps I am tough-skinned now
for sure I've become
because of your cruelty
I've gathered the courage
to be more honest with myself
to be bold enough to accept
being head over heels
being swept away
and having a stone back
turned on me
It's been about two years
for me for us
and I understand it
every day a little more.
I can't think of you
without a hint of melancholy
because I suffered so much
because your life is tragic
but I wish you well
what about those forty poems
of rain and night
and a hopeless moon
but I wish you well
kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--kitestrings. in Free Verse More Like This
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.
(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)
it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.
you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like the goddess of sailors lost at sea.
after that day you put the kite in the back of your closet and forgot about it, but immediately began talking about getting a new one.
that could fly higher.
i sometimes tell myself that we were never meant to be because i was stuck in the ocean watching people drown while you were hanging from
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards- in Short Stories More Like This
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrews bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he cant see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of red arrows. i don't notice his eyes rolling back in his head or the graceful way his body collapses to the floor.
the only thing i notice is the distinct thudding sound as his head hits the metal shelf and the screaming that may or may not be mine.
later in the hospital he calls for me and says he wants to apologize for keeping secrets, and the doctors launch into a medical explanation of his cancer.
their eyes are sad.
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar. in Free Verse More Like This
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir
fifty-seven degrees.i.fifty-seven degrees. in Free Verse More Like This
it is summer and i want to write you poems
about how it is fifty-seven degrees and i am shaking.
it is summer and i want to crawl through your second-story
window and tell you about the butterfly i saw and named "cloudcityscandal,"
but you are always asleep and dreamless.
it is summer and whenever i sleep i only dream about you, so how is that fair.
it is summer and i don't go to church but spend all my time confessing.
it is summer and i don't discharge static before pumping gas.
it is summer and where is my paradise. where is my sanity.
where is my personal weight-loss consultant and complimentary iced beverage.
it is summer and i am already wishing it were spring.
when i was five i made a green and purple
friendship bracelet at summer camp.
i don't know where it is,
but sometimes it's all i want.
you and i hike up past the clouds until
the rain and cold can't touch us.
we have three bruised shins and two quiet
arguments between us, and we name them summer.
(you climb moun
I'mI'm ...I'm in Other More Like This
for what I know was true
for what I know is necessary
can you just take me away
to somewhere I search and will discover
to somewhere I seek and will belong
to somewhere I acquire and will stay
to somewhere I look and will find
for that I know is eternity
Somewhere that belongs to me and you
somewhere where no monsters invade and take you away
somewhere which will never fade like your presence
somewhere with nothing but your smiles and mine
somewhere over the rainbow maybe?
that's when my insatiable heart will finally be satisfied ...
Just One MoreJust One MoreJust One More in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thought you were all
Thought you were it
Thought you were entirety
Thought you were everything
Can I have just one more?
Whatever is inside is incredulous
Seems all pretty deceitful
Felt all very elusive
Like a turned page
Can I still ask for one more?
Like emptiness, in a broken shell, in the vast ocean
Can I ask yet again for one more?
Screaming for one more smile
Yearning for one more glance
Pining for one more touch
Desiring for one more prized reminiscence
With just you and me
Just one more
Just A FlowerI'm just a flowerJust A Flower in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wilting and fading away
Slowly losing my perfection and beauty
Slowly losing my life and meaning
Slowly losing my value and worth
The butterfly that once loved me, flits away forgetting me
The bee that once embraced me, shuns away rejecting me
The sun that once shone and kept me high and proud, shines for me no longer
The humans that once sniffs then smiles for me, tramples me on their feet
I'm just a flower
Wilting and fading away
Into the darkness I'll fade
Into the realms of another I'll go
And who will remember the time they spent to bring me to where I was in this world
And who will remember how hard I fought to be the flower they find so alluring and pretty
And who will remember me in which promises and vows were made upon me to their loved ones
And who will remember me to be the one which brought smiles to people around just by being present
Sadly, no one will...
I'm just a flower
Wilting and fading away
But all I've ever lived for
I've done my pa
Solar System SomethingsIve always thought the death of baby birds wasSolar System Somethings in Free Verse More Like This
sadder than finding the heart of a cats kill
feathers indicate one went down fighting
but the baby bird just went down
jumped too soon (jumped the gun and the nest)
As a child, I had to recognize that sometimes
people hurt people
because they love:
(he moved because he needed the job, but I still cried
the entire month he was gone filling elementary journals
with wheres daddy wheres daddy why did he go)
people hurt people
because they dont:
(I heard about a husband who threw his wife into a tree shredder
now I can only listen to the sounds of machinery at work and
the cries of trees rent asunder and think
what did his wife sound like?)
At a young age I learned that
old dogs, in fact, dont learn new tricks and
sometimes they die overnight like grandparents
We can easily mistake death for sleep, but
that Saturday morning my dog was dead dead dead
had finally given up when everything gave out
Late Night StudyingWhen we lie on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs and blankets, she teaches me calculus. With better lucidity than a Figure 8.3a text book illustration, she shows me how curves meet tangent lines, and where and, Why? and, Because. When she shifts, her shoulder emerges from the confines of her loose pajama top, and on her skin, I imagine the pattern of graph paper and decorative graphs of soft trigonometric functions.Late Night Studying in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
When my back presses against the sofa cushions, she teaches me limits, and when she pushes all other objects off the couch to allow more room, she offers me infinity and all its numeric implications.
Without meaning to, she delves into the harder subjects of calculus, inadvertently demonstrating the related rates of temperature [loss] and a blanket slipping off us to carpet the floor. To compensate, she nestles her head on my chest and teaches me continuity and the simplicity of filling gaps.
Before I join her in a n
My HomeThe winding pathMy Home in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Leads to the sea
Sprawled out on the empty beach
Footprints in the sand
To all who roam and forage there
The old lighthouse
Raised to the ground
It saved the souls of lost and found
The bricks scattered
And buried still
With the sea breeze blowing in
My home (my home)
This is my home
The grasses line
The sandy hills
Steady them like mountains
The Christmas trees
An artificial barrier
The journey of
Across all the British Isles
The chequered flag
The starting line
At my home (my home)
This is my home
AMERICANIZATIONThis is why we were waitingAMERICANIZATION in Free Verse More Like This
This is the ULTIMATE war!
Prepare for revenge and disaster
Who could ask for anything more?
We asked for this!
For what we are about to receive
Die for your country!
Just a kid, am I?If people are gonna treat me like a kidJust a kid, am I? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I may as well start acting like one!
They'll be the ones dying in a hole
When I'm the one that's gone
They'll live to regret the heartache they brang
And the lies, deceit and pain
They'll soon be the ones cowering
From the wrath of my soul once again
But this time I'll show no mercy
I won't allow them to defeat me once more
I will not rest 'til everyone's dead
And the city's a heap on the floor!
DIE YOU BASTARDS DIE!
You mean nothing to me
Leave this place and bury yourselves
In a place where no one can see
it beginsit begins in Free Verse More Like This
I t begin's with us through love, lust emotion's turn to dust is this romance a curse or a dream what does the word love actually mean?
You know my emotion's you know my pain you know you are always on my brain, you course through my veins and send shivers down my spine, the touch of your lip's is emotion redifined!
But why do i still dread to sleep in my lonley little bed could it be this dream? could it be because you are not there with me? who know's but all i know is when im holding you i feel such bliss!
Kiss me once more my love hold me one last time cause tomorow i may not be here but if i leave i want you to know my emotions to you i do show!
My head is so filled with dread and pain, my fears my strain i want to be with you, you want to be with me but for some reason we are not to be! I do not know why but i want to change it!
One day princess in my heart i will emerge from dark and take you away to a place that we can be one in love, in romance, in togetherness we shall dance
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snap off fall's another fragment of my sanity, you dont know how much you mean to me being away from you tears at my emotion's.Not hearing from you scares me,how can i be close to you when you are so far away,will i see you again? will we be more than friend's?
You dont know how much i love you, as another day passes i can feel my heart start to die i need you in my arms,your smile against mine, i am bleeding away my sanity,bleeding away my heart,bleeding away my very being.
Give me a moment and i will give you my heart,give me a life time and i will give you my love. As i stand alone in this broken old tree with the crisp wind biteing at my skin all i can think about is you and the last time i heard your voice!
As i stand hear my jacket blowing around like the torn fragments of my heart, i watch the world pass by and think 'why am i so alone in this wasteland of emotion',i wish you could be here with me to make me feel whole!
As i tighten the rope around my neck from the highest branc
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bleed me dry these emotions make me cry inside i begin to die through this romance i feel numb to the heart bitter and dark!
bleed me dry i die to know im not with you i bleed to know it's true the fact i love you!
Burn black the fire in my heart bitter and dark through this emotional placebo we call romance!
I cry in my bed wishing i was dead friends begin to turn hate me and cut me with there word's!
My mind isnt clear this emotion is my only fear i avoid everyone so you dont see my blackend eye's and blooding wrist dripping with blood from my fist!
So pure this blood like the emotion i feel for thee my heart burns like and emotional tree dry and dieing!
Cut my wrist open my soul see my emotional and heartfelt devotion all i need is you for my heart to be true cure my sickness for you are my drug i need to stay alive!