Hope kills everything good inside
Clinging to me like silent death
Latching on and whispering in the back of my mind

Everytime im ready to move on
It drags up all the sweet memories
Pointing out the connection we had
Reminding me that the love was real

With its whipsers and illusions
I think to myself
Maybe theres another way
We were to strong to just disappear
We'll get throughr this we'll pull through

But days turn into weeks
Weeks drag on to months
Our four year anniversary passes by me dead  
And I am suddenly brought back to reality
You're never coming back to me

And just like that I am heartbroken again
The pain as fresh as that first day
And everything good I built up inside
Withers and dies under hopes mocking laugh

Please please take away this hope
Because its killing me
And everything good inside

Making love in summer's sunlight.
Back dressed with strikes of strong tender fingers that listen to unspoken words.
Actions in accordance to perfect requests.
Chuckles of children created of love.
The reason for loves entry.
Immense perfection.
(C) LIVVI

beside the fireplace
all coloured lights, tinted wreaths
and bright glass baubles
its base wrapped in green paper
its top a big silver star
and one little boy kneeling
watching the bubble lights glow
lost in the magic

I've never had the luxury of material things,
but I'm starting to think that it was a blessing.
I find it easy to give up any material thing,
and do not find it the least bit depressing.
More than I, if someone needs this material thing,
come to me and I will give it to you.
For I hold no attachment to material things,
because I've only had but a few.