Hello, GoodbyeI've been wondering for a while now...How long does it take to forget your past, move on, and start writing a new future?More Like This
Six months gone in the blink of an eye, and this lost soul still longs to find its self again.
The darkness has no answers for us. The so called romantic notion of misery, of suffering, of pain for the sake of a love long lost and never to be found again is trickery. It is a lie.
Life has so much to offer. God has given us so much to be thankful for. Don't ignore all that you have. Don't forget all that you CAN have. Rise above your sorrow. Let go of your past.
Easy to say, I know. But at some point you've got to move on. At some point, you've got to say "enough is enough". The sooner, the better.
honey stained hairdear girl,More Like This
I watch you tangle crisp autumn leaves in your honey stained hair. You make me want to run my ink covered fingers over your chapped lips and into your blouse, just like I used too.
Do you remember when we spent the night together in that rundown barn? The sounds of fall were our lullabies and the owls our guardians.
It was the same night we took fireball shots that burnt their way down the back of our throats. We were young and you were in love, I took advantage of your cinnamon coated tongue.
You're one of those loves me loves me not daisies. You never tell me what I want to hear. You only tell me what you want.
The things you want to hear would be lies if they ever slipped past my lips.
I knew you wouldn't love me