February 2009
114 posts
“I hope you can see me smiling from where you are.”
—Myself
“We are so out of time. Why was it I could never find your rhythm?”
—Myself
“My life was going so well then you began to text me again… I need to love to ignore you.”
—Myself
“If you loved me the same way I love you, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between valentines day and any other day. I would do everything in my power to make you feel special.”
—Myself
“Last night i saw your heart
Gleaming through the darkness of a hurtful past
I feel like this could be the beginning
The opening bar to a beautiful piece of music” —Myself
Gleaming through the darkness of a hurtful past
I feel like this could be the beginning
The opening bar to a beautiful piece of music” —Myself
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I hear people say ‘love is all you need’. I need so much more then that
I need your soul
I need your heart
I need your touch
I need to see you for who you really are
“Holding onto you hurts
The beauty of your rose seduces me
While the barbs pierce my skin
When will i stop making these choices?” —Myself
The beauty of your rose seduces me
While the barbs pierce my skin
When will i stop making these choices?” —Myself
“I love seeing peoples souls. I long and seek for something nobody else knows. I find myself in the depth of others souls.”
—Myself
“At what point did I become the person I am today? What decision, what movement, what did I do right, what did I do wrong to become this person I see in the mirror in the morning?”
—Myself
“Are you so disenchanted by your past relationships that you cant see I love you? I hope you see this sooner rather then later.”
—Myself
“I am so confused
You hold me close while looking straight through me
You miss the attraction
You don’t miss me” —Myself
You hold me close while looking straight through me
You miss the attraction
You don’t miss me” —Myself
“Right back to the first step
There’s nothing between us, not an ocean of water
Nor a mass of dirt or air
We act like broken 15 year olds searching for our fathers.” —Myself
There’s nothing between us, not an ocean of water
Nor a mass of dirt or air
We act like broken 15 year olds searching for our fathers.” —Myself
