Looking in your eyes
I wonder what happened
Your eyes used to posses such a sparkle
You were so happy
And now
All of the colour has drained from your face
And the sparkle has fled from your eyes

My dear, whatsoever happened to you
Happened to make you so cold
And sad
And lifeless
You used to be so joyous and delightful
And now you are just a body,
Floating through life
Seemingly without a purpose

I tried
I tried the best I could
But I couldn't last
I couldn't make it through
And for that I am only slightly sorry
Because it was a huge relief for me
I couldn't take it any longer
My tunnel had been struck and there was no longer light at the end of it
It was now a cave
And there was only one way out and that was not a physical way
But I had to do what was best for me
Or what I thought was best for me
Because I couldn't find another way out
I had looked and looked and searched and searched
But alas I couldn't find a way out
I was stuck
And I was in a dark cave
All by myself

No one had decided to join me on my trek
I asked around
But no one seemed interested
And the ones who did pay attention
Weren't interested

So here I am
Alone in this cave
With no way out
I need to do what is best for me
I can't keep living like this:
All alone and scared and most certainly afraid of the future and what lies ahead of me presently
But do not worry
Because I have a simple solution and you won't have to worry about me anymore
(not like you did at all before)

His love for me was greater than all the stars in the universe
And my love for him was brighter than the sun
But yet in the same our love was like a star
Destined for glory, only to conceive a bitter and wondrous demise; exploding with a sea of colours and waves of greatness and beauty

Some words that people say
Things they have said in the past
Hurtful words
They stick in your mind
Play over and over
They weren't spoken about you
But that persons thought process and crude judgments
You apply it to every aspect of your life and everything you do and how you always look
Because that was a good person
A nice person
You looked up to them
But turns out they have a dark side just like everyone else

a.d

The sun shone on the earth with all of her strength
She grew tired and weary everyday
She needed to take a break and sleep also
So every night she gave the moon a chance to shine
And when she was done resting each night, he went away and let her take over again, letting the world take in her glorious rays and warmth

I yearned for your eyes for the longest time
I wanted to see you again.
I knew what you had done, but on some days, I just didn't care.



I never got to see you again
The memory of them
That picture in my mind, of your gorgeous, baby blue, crystal waters eyes, had faded.
I didn't picture them as often, I stopped thinking about them, and they faded.

They had faded so much, that when I went to think of those beautiful eyes of yours, all I could see was a random set of blue eyes.
My mind had just generalised that picture in my head of your eyes that there was just a random set of light blue eyes
Staring back at me, in the back of that classroom

in my memory

a.d.

Just think about this for a minute. We are all born with these bodies, that all, for the most part, work the same. But then you have this powerhouse *****, which is slightly different compared to the previous terms. It possesses differences and personalities and talents and abilities and likes and dislikes and EVERYONE is different in terms of their brain and how it applies to their life. Your brain isn't similar to someone else's in terms of you may not like the same things, you may be really good at one thing and the other person is really bad at said thing. Maybe you can draw really well but don't understand math very well, but they might be really good at math; it comes easily and naturally to them, but the best they can draw is a less than average stick figure.

Your words are lovely
Those very exact words that descend from your brain, to your fingertips
They are beautiful and no one could tell you otherwise unless captivated by a trance of some sort
Then and only then could someone possibly fathom that maybe the words that your wondrous brain cultivates, are less than exceptional

I feel the cool of the tracks
Underneath my bare feet
I hear the whistle of the train off in the distance
The tracks start to quake and vibrate beneath me
The train sounds its horn again
The screech of brakes
But he was too late
I was already there

But not for long

Those words where not hers
The were in her mind but she was not speaking them
They tortured her day and night
Never ceasing to make her doubt herself
She didn't know what to do, how to make them go away, how to fix it



So she ended it once and for all

He spoke those first few words and I knew that I would forever be attached to him, forever in love with him and would never find another quite like him