Reserved I can’t help but noticeReserved by ~Blind-Justice
There is a gap between our lives
And I’m struggling as much as you,
But that won’t stop me;
I hope it would never stop you.
It would never find its way into my dreams.
For every day I go without you in my arms,
It’s a day closer to having you in them.
I could sing you every song I know
But when I’m gone, I’m gone
And I know it’s hard right now
But someday,
This will all just be a test of fate.
We’re spelling out our lives,
For everyone to see
And I want them to see
Your beautiful face on our day;
White gown, tears of joy falling down.
Please whisper those words
Regretting Lies So there's a little bit of regret in my life,Regretting Lies by ~Blind-Justice
It fills all of my everyday cracks
Like the mortar of a brick wall,
It just falls into the deepest holes
And constantly consumes me entirely
In its rigid look of despair.
To look like shit,
Is the appearance I should go for,
Because it's all I deserve in this life,
The one full of lies.
Seasonal Maturity Winter, filled by warm nights by the fire… and intoSeasonal Maturity by ~Blind-Justice
Spring, a rejuvenation of spirit and resurrection of past… grows into
Summer, a time of relaxation and events while on vacation… falls into
Autumn, leaves trembling in the adolescent wind as
Winter, sinks in through the cracks, forever sealing maturity.
A Heart Is No Object There is a constant pulse,A Heart Is No Object by ~Blind-Justice
Like the beat of a drum
That keeps our bodies alive.
It's like an insomniacs metronome
And it never fails
Because if it did, we would fail.
It's the rhythm we walk to
And it's the most powerful emotion
That shouldn't be tempered with.
It serves as many purposes,
Yet if broken
There is no hope anymore.
A heart is no object
And if you abandon it,
You cannot be alive.
.cold. stroke of midnight in only fifty eight minutes.cold. by ~fashixntipsbxby
but that doesnt even matter because its not like i get to see him tomorrow anyways
and even though it makes tomorrow seem fifty eight minutes closer... i still cant be with him
seeing him for 30 minutes doesnt even come close to making up lost time
and for some reason if im awake and he's sleeping, i'll know
and for some reason if im awake and so is he
i'll call and he'll answer
but sometimes when people should be around the most their not
and for some reason its not really his fault, yet i blame him
if it were me, i wouldnt have known what to say either
sometimes theres nothing you can
perfectly imperfect if i could remember how to write...perfectly imperfect by ~fashixntipsbxby
i would write about how i feel..
the only thing that spills out is this
sohgonwt bohws thwo
jumbled up words that mean absolutely nothing
writing does nothing.
writing expresses nothing.
words. express nothing.
nobody will ever feel exactly how you feel.
its unimaginable.
ambient light streaming around.
seconds later a blackened core.
there are no more words
all adjectives have been used up.
nothing left to describe.
a heart filled with hate
a mind filled with love
seconds later and water flows where blood used to fill
the sounds reside in perfect harmony
but what do they mean.
no one w
~Love,Kelly
Sta.sh
