Pedals fall off a once
beloved rose.
Now it withers away
and is slowly fading away.
Its pedals crush
and shatter into a million
pieces as if they were glass.
Just a simple breath of air
makes them shatter to the ground.
Its leaves slowly float to the soil
soon after the pedals are gone.
The plants around it
outshine the once beloved rose.
Its colors once magnificent
are now gone completely.
Its beauty is gone forever,
never to regain the love
it once had from people.
The once beloved rose,
is forever gone.

I breathe in and I feel a stinging pain in my chest, like a million needles piercing my heart. I breathe out and the stinging pain remains in my chest and it refuses to go away. I take another breathe in and the stinging gets stronger and I wince. I breathe out once again and I collapse to my knees with an unbearable pain in my chest. I grasp my chest and cry at the stinging that refuses to go away. I breathe in once again and the pain starts to dissolve slowly, then I breathe out and the pain is completely gone. I stand up feeling stronger than I've ever felt and I let go of my chest knowing that the sting you made me feel will never return. The pain you have caused me has dissolved into nothing more than a memory. I know in time that memory will no longer be there, and I will see you as nothing more than what you turned into. I will see you as nothing more than a monster and karma will come around to you and put you through what you did to me. You are gone from my mind completely and it will remain that way forever. I refuse to let you hurt me once again. You were my angel sent from heaven and now what you have become is satan's monster and you will ruin my life no longer. The sting is forever gone and so are you.

My life withers away as my hopes are crushed into nothing more than  a pile of ash.

There are people in the world who can ruin your life without even being in it.

If the shoe doesnt fit, chunk it because it isnt worth it.

being who you are is more important than who you are trying to be

Love is mearly just a dream that very few can make reality, and if they can make it a reality, its a dangerous game that most people dont survive

all books and stories have something in common..... they all have words, and without words, its just an empty and blank object that nobody cares about... until someone comes along and writes something it...

a heart is a delicate thing that can never be replaced, but it can be mended or healed by the simplest person or thing.

music is not just a sound, music is a way of life for all those who can hear and feel it.

I forgot how much she meant to me until i read some of her poems she wrote to me, for me, and about me. She was my life, my whole world, and i let her slip through my fingers. I lost more than a friend, i lost a sister as well. She had always been there for me, she made me feel like being me wasn't wrong. She knew the pain i was going through and she helped me through it. It was the first time in my life when I actually felt loved, that to someone i came first. And that was my downfall, while i was happy, she was miserable. I hate myself for that. Everything she had done was to make me happy. Now she is gone.

Amazing dream lasted forever and i didnt want it to end. My love I yearn for came into my dream, and that's what made the dream so amazing. I came up behind her and hugged her. I looked her in the eyes and she did the same. Then without warning, we started kissing and we fell in love. Everytime I saw her in my dream, I would come up from behind her and we would we kiss and it felt like our kisses lasted forever, it was amazing. I never thought I could feel so amazing, but it I did. I never wanted to leave the lips of my love, but unfortunatly, I had to wake up. But I will never forget the most amazing dream, that will never really happen.....

A river that flows gently and quietly, you may not be able to hear it unless you listen very carefully. But this river sings a song, it's own little tune. It's a song that isn't known very well because no one ever listens close enough, it's song is the most beautiful song you will ever hear, it yearns for someone, anyone to listen to it's magnifisant melody. But nobody will ever listen close enough to hear, the river's melody.........

A river that moves swiftly, yet harsh. No matter where you are, no matter how close you get, you may be able to hear the roaring river, but you will never be able to fnd it. You hear the loud beating of the roaring river, it beats louder and louder until the end of my time. And that roaring river is none other than, my lonesome beating heart........

"Everything that is or was,
                                                             began with a dream."
                                                              Quote by Lavagirl