I'm stuck, I'm stuck on just the love I have for you.
On how much I miss you.
Your smell, your eyes, your smile, and all the the things that make you, you.
I'm stuck
Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you tell me what was really going on?
I would have understood.
I wouldn't have made a fool of myself.
I love you, always will.
Always have.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Pure Love (10/27/1994)
When one heart merges into another, and silent calm is all around
The words "I love you" is expressed timelessly in your eyes, and shall enter forever, and patience shall be supreme
Tears shall turn into flowers, and only your beauty dominates
The angel's choir fills the air and my dreams, and the softest touch moves the earth inside
Pure emotions run free to finish their duties, with heaven's hand on our hearts, and thoughts
Angela, my precious angel, my Queen of the Gypsies, and the holder of my purist heart and thoughts, I love you
The words "I love you" is expressed timelessly in your eyes, and shall enter forever, and patience shall be supreme
Tears shall turn into flowers, and only your beauty dominates
The angel's choir fills the air and my dreams, and the softest touch moves the earth inside
Pure emotions run free to finish their duties, with heaven's hand on our hearts, and thoughts
Angela, my precious angel, my Queen of the Gypsies, and the holder of my purist heart and thoughts, I love you
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Soulmate
I love you, and dream about you every night. You are my soulmate, my one and only true love. You are my heart.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Lost Questions
So far away, left in the dark.
Alone and withering.
Alone again, with only my memories.
Cheap red wine warms my heart, but not without a price.
With yesterday's angels looking down on me.
Hanging on, hanging on by the last bit of my soul.
A somber velvet cry leaves my lips, and forgotten questions goes unheard.
Do I matter anymore?
Where do I belong?
Will it always be this way?
Alone and withering.
Alone again, with only my memories.
Cheap red wine warms my heart, but not without a price.
With yesterday's angels looking down on me.
Hanging on, hanging on by the last bit of my soul.
A somber velvet cry leaves my lips, and forgotten questions goes unheard.
Do I matter anymore?
Where do I belong?
Will it always be this way?
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Until the End of Time
I've never told you, but you've always been the love of my life.
My dreams, my hopes, and everything in between have always belonged to you.
I'm happy that you're happy, but I miss you.
I know you've only seen me as a friend, and you will never see me as anything other.
But my heart will always belong to you, until the end of time.
My dreams, my hopes, and everything in between have always belonged to you.
I'm happy that you're happy, but I miss you.
I know you've only seen me as a friend, and you will never see me as anything other.
But my heart will always belong to you, until the end of time.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Aware
I need to write, I need to never stop writing. A word a day, a thought, a memory, or maybe a dream. I cross the line all the time.
It's never slowed me down before?
And, I'm aware of this... but I'm still hesitating.
It's never slowed me down before?
And, I'm aware of this... but I'm still hesitating.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Freedom's Lost
We will no longer be recognized as citizen's, but classified as statistics. We will no longer be recognized as individual's, but classified as ID numbers.
Welcome to your introduction as a prisoner. A prisoner of our own government, and in our own home's.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Everyday
Everyday is new, if you can take the time to look at it. If you're willing to just stop... and observe. You might be lucky to notice the settle nuances of everyday life.
I'm Fine
Different from my goal's and hope, different from my "old self", and more. Different from what I'm expected to be. Expected to be more, and not allowed to be any less. Just wanted a family and maybe a normal life. Never asked for much, and alway's grateful for what I received. The 'Welcome Mat" has become worn out... so now I feel it's time to walk away.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Today and Everyday
Dear today, and hopefully tomorrow. I don't want to die, but there's alway's a chance.
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