Where was love,
When everything went up in flames?
Where was love,
When I needed him most?
Where was love,
When I asked him to show?
Where is love?
I can't see anything but smoke.

I turned my back for a minute,
And love drifted away with the wind..
And in that summer breeze,
I felt a chill, ever so faintly, brush across my skin.
A chill that struck me straight down to the core.
Where are you, love?
Where did you go?
I think I've forgotten,
It was your heart I broke.
I'm sorry, love, but my selfish desires grew louder than the words you spoke.

So I'll ask you one more time,
Then I'll leave you to your own.
Where are you, love?
Because all I am now is broken and alone.

No matter where she goes,
Her thoughts always follow.

His eyes.
I look into them and see every longing, every passion.
The depth of them, I have yet to comprehend.
I can't describe the way he looks at me.
It's as if his eyes see right through me,
Penetrating every wall,
Exposing my every flaw.
Yet, when our eyes lock,
All I feel is safe.
It's as if he knows every part of me,
And loves everything he knows.
His eyes yearn to search deeper,
To know every inch of my soul.
Am I a fool to let him in?
Getting my hopes up, only to be left broken and destroyed again?
I won't regret, this time,
Never giving myself the chance to fall.
I will either fall straight into his arms,
Or straight to my destruction.


But fall I will,
And fall she did.

silent is the mourning
when crying seems inadequate
for the hurt.

I wish you could see how much I care. Can't you tell through the way I stare?
Or has life given you too much of its **** for you to see beyond its suffocating air.

I feel you there but when I look into your eyes, your soul is miles away.
Wishing it were somewhere between what you want and what it can never be.

Oh, what I'd give to help you see that everything you need is right here. What I'd give to be the reason your soul could stay, to nurture it, to bring out its beauty, and always hold it dear.

But it's useless. My desires are merely swept away in the hurricane of pain and toil that comes with allowing your soul to live amongst its soil.

I could never dare to have the audacity to ask your soul to lay with mine. For our thoughts to intertwine and our hearts to beautifully combine.
No, I will never be worthy of that much happiness, the idea of you loving me is just plain madness.

I'm not one for wishful thinking. To believe that your soul would consider leaving the comfort of its simple solitude. The guilt of you facing the hopeless desolation of reality, is something too heavy for me to carry.

But my selfish lust for your soul has led me to this moment.
The words I've been holding back gracefully dance across my tongue and wait patiently on my lips for me to give my consent.

Then, I'm interrupted by your smile. I see that you are finally content with where your world has kept you.
Pain touches every part of my inmost being. I know I'll never be the one that brings you the life you could never find here.  

But even with tears in my eyes, still, all I could do, was smile too. Because in the end, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.

The world's empty promises never amounted to the, once hopeful, expectations of my heart.
I pretend I am living when in reality, I am just a sad, hollow soul desperately waiting to be put out of life's hopeless misery.



We are all dying.
We only call it living for the ones who are unable to bear the truth.