If I added up all my scars, across my arms and over my hips, I could stitch them up, into untold stories and engrave them on my skin, so everyone could see, the vulnerability beneath..
If I spread my wounds across a canvas, purple, blue, red, and other hues, creeping on rippled fabric like stars in the night sky, I’d create galaxies, with craters, suns and moons, constellations of healing wounds.
Our hands couldn't touch because they were too similar So we decided to put our backs together instead And faced opposite sides of the world So that our lips would never utter the same words ever again
For Love so thick that only space between could cause it's defeat
Tom had acid ingestion an abdominal reflux saw his doctor, asked the question could he get down to the crux he said there’s no medication for your physical decline from yourself take a vacation you will heal yourself in time but that pit of glowing embers makes his gut still feel upset and too easy to remember all the things he should forget.
Tom’s a recurring character, for those who’ve read more than one of these.
When Cheryl Blossom said, "Her name was Heather," No one else heard The silent emphasis, but it rang in my ears. A persistent stinging in the back of my throat, tearing at my eyes pouring from my mouth, coating my ******* thick, black and red vicious drink of liars.
Once Upon a lifetime gone away, we were so close The bond we held, the way I felt, Or was that just some joke? I ask this not in guilt or shame, Nor in depression's throes I merely am just curious Now where our bond will go Will it die, just fade away, Like whispers in the wind? Tell me what is on your mind And all that's kept within Or is it dead, am I too late To keep our bond alive? I will rebuild it, if I must And sacrifice my foolish pride Or is it living, breathing still, yet rather not as strong? Or am I simply chasing dreams, With all my visions wrong? Tell me what is left to do To resurrect our ties It's up to us to decipher fate And see just where it lies
Your soul is the moon after dawn A vapour who sings of love as well as pain A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss The geese have fled from iced lakes long preserved with whispers of old In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard, carried to you by the frost-kissed air Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn Hear my hymn of peace, till winters turn to fawn
My head's still in the clouds! ^-^ I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview... Lyn ***
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.