

Love is PainLove... why must it be so complicated When you want to see the eternal connection in their eyes Yet, it is not there How can something so beautiful Become so ugly and painful The times When hope fades When pleasure become pain When trust becomes lies When heaven turns into hell When love turns into hate They are so hard to get through Someone, help me open the gates to her heart Before they are closed from the world forever Before her life is doneLove is Pain


Poem for RoxanneOur regards first crossed eachother On a plain simple school day I never knew it would have ended up like this She gave me a slow shy smile At the time it meant barely anything at all But as the days past by those feelings changedPoem for Roxanne
Confused about my feelings for her I had never liked a girl this much before Thought it was just friendship Or some sort of admiration But at the moment she sweetly touched my lips I knew it was going to be much more
And I'm sorry the things I shouldn't have done Sorry for hurting you Sorry that my love got out of hand


Run away the painRunning fast to the beat Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Breathing in the icy air of winter Shivers rushing through my skin My blood freezing over Run it out Run away the pain and the hurt Legs feeling numb Stepstepstep breathe stepstepstep breathe My heart wanting to stop My lungs wanting to explode But I keep going I never give up And I won't stop until I get to the finish line Where I will finally feel complete and freeRun away the pain


dreamsi dream of you, girl of touching you, feeling your flesh beneath my plying fingers of ill-lit rooms, candles casting forbidden shadows on walls i dream of blood, inflicted wounds on young skin of tongues tasting forbidden liquids of heaven and of hell of hearing you scream, of hearing me scream i dream of tabooed things of things that would make mother cross herself i dream of loving you, slowly, climactically leading up to that point &dreams
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I see you\'ve met my faithful handyman.
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Marty
Tis Sammeh.
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Theres a place in my mind, no one knows where it hides.
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"The best trick Hell has to play against its inmates is to whisper to them that this this now is the bottom. Nothing can be worse than this. And then to pull the floor away." - Daniel Abraham "Flat Diane"
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Je ne parle pas l'anglais
I dont speak french
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