When will the world see
What you've done to me?
How you brought a smile to my bruised lips,
Formed reds on my cheeks instead of the blues of bruises?
Slipped endearing love into the lyrics I sing, banishing away the blues I bellowed?
When will the world finally realize
That you really are my everything?

There was a time when things were all right
when innocence ran true
through all the words
and simplicity was all that was asked for.
But sometimes things will tear us all apart
and it did,

It did.

It brought its wrath to our purity,
and tainted what was ours,
our perfect...
beautiful adam and eve
shot to ruins by the stupid snake
and lust and loneliness and leers,
it was gone with a blink of an eye.

But they carried on,
and though now
they were heart, war torn creatures
dragging themselves around
and trying to remember how to function
and just live
It was okay.
They were still there for each other,
even when things had turned to **** around them,
they stood tall.
Together.

I miss you like you don't even know-
And all the things I whispered to myself
As the days go by,
its not working
and the words just disappear into the wind.

The shaking to my aching bones
miss your every embrace,
the solace and life you breathed into them
turning more brittle by the minute.

I think it's just me though.

I just want to be...

The promise that you keep
The moment that you need
Your thought that's gone to seed

I just want to be...

What it is that you most crave
The one decision that you make
The perfect ending to your day

I just want to be...

Where your vast ocean meets the land
The treasure held in your hand
The moment you come to understand

I just want to be...

The one name that you drop
There when you pull out all the stops
All it is that you have got

I just want to be...

The answer when you ask
The love that you unmask
But most of all,
I just want to be your yes*...

i remember when my life was simple.
when i had everything to live for.

i place my ******* on my chest
right under my left breast
feel my heart beating but i dont want it to any more.
i want the life i had before.

i wish that i could just do it.
the knife is pressing my skin but wont go through it.
what is scaring me more than to continue living?
the pain?

letting go of what i know i hate doing?
life...

what's keeping me from leaving it?
that i can't come back to it or that i'll be bleeding then?

blood makes it real,
blood will make me feel,
and by then it would be too late.
my life all over the blade.

what's stopping me, i mean really?
i really want to go, right?

or do i want to stay and just live a better life?
that's the problem.
i dont know how to make it better.
i just want the life i had, i want the life that i remember.