a could winter wind
blows through the sad winter trees
a photograph of him looking back
floats down on the wind
...
love sick
lonely angel
hated and brused by the one
the one person
...
jupiter stars
make such a beautiful halo
wraped in an endless circle
around her head,
...
i wish i knew what to do
how to stay brave
not to become uncofertable
be able to explain things in such a way
...
im sorry
i wish i had known
that my ending this would do this to you
if i had known i would had held on longer
...
there are so many things
that i can not understand
that are not made clear
by teachers at the stands
...
I hate
How you play doctor
You try to fix everything
Even though you have no clue.
...
if any one gets hurt
its always my fault
im not the only one that blames me
they all do
...
sceard to death
that one day
you will stop loving me
sceard that one day
...
no can feel my heart slowly braking
the fact that it feels like it is slowly tearing
and that i am no longer breathing
i try to take it slowly
...
'a mans role
is not to nurtur
its to be strong
to be the provider.'
...
he walked out
out of the darkness
to show me that he could handle
all the things that i needed him to be
...
dont fully know, just how to say
what i should say...
my heart is tangled up and i find
that i like it, i like how i get confused and flustered
...
theres a pain that i have learnt to ignor.
something that has dulled over time
something that you dont feel unless you touch it
or some one else touches it.
...
you would
know that he would try to gain back
what he lost
right when i seal it tightly away
...
wont you just stop?
i need you to stop!
i dont want to hurt you...
im scared i wont stop.
...
im young and still growing up so what can i say besides that life is so not what it should be right now?)
Winter
a could winter wind
blows through the sad winter trees
a photograph of him looking back
floats down on the wind
the eyes in that picture are so pearcing
so painful to look at.
they tear me apart
shred by shred
as if i my self was a photograph
peices of me fall to the ground
as if i was a skitering leaf
fallin out of the tree and landed on the cold
ground that is his heart.
an abondoned house
sitting under the sad winter trees
not a single window was aglow
not a single curtian gave a twich
not a single foot tred in that home
and not a single soul survived.
there was no way
that i could survive that cold winter
he called love.