The look in a child's eye,
Can make any trial in this life,
Smile.

To the sea we must go
To be free we must fly
To live we must learn
To love we must die

I've dreamt of an angel
An angel like you
Of love and life
And total gratitude

I've seen pure gold
Bleed from your mouth
Speaking words of love
Into my soul

You are the beating in my heart
You are the luxury of my life
You are the keeper of my soul
You are the only one I wanna grow old with. For you are the holy ground I float upon. Take my hand and walk with me through love, life and the struggles we will face and will overcome. Because once it's us together, we can face any storm and bare any weather. I am forever in your grasp, holding time at a stand still untill our love and dreams are fulfilled.

Funny how the good/nice guy never gets the cake and always finishes last. Im bound to always be on the side lines. What the **** is the point in caring when all you care for is tainted, battered and ruined. ******* hopeless romantic os all I'll ever be. Mainly hopeless. For the fact that I have yet to find another. Whos true. Whos real. It's all a lie, everything. My generation was rasied on lies, built upon death, greed and failure. We'll never know peace. It's a wasted youth, I'm a wasted soul, alike many others. Still hopeful for the end, the last suffering, the final cut on the lifeline. Eternal darkness.........Finally.....Peace.

After the towers fell,
My father went off to war,
12 months later he brought back the battlefield
We didn’t talk about it much as it just hung there,
Afraid of the left over land mines, we would tiptoe
around the room, through the kitchen, back to bed.
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My mother is a bottle,
Empty now but the glass corpse still outlines her frame,
4 years sober, going on 5 after her brother click-clacked his way out of our lives,
I tattooed the day he passed on my arm,
1. to remember him and 2. to know that today is better than what my life once was,
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I read somewhere that conversations are like knife fights,
Ive chosen my words carefully like dull blades,
So if I am ever to strike a nerve it won’t leave anyone bleeding,
I am afraid of blood.
I hate the smell,
the taste, the color of the stains it leaves,
The consistency,
I am afraid of bleeding,
I am too vulnerable in this world to hurt anymore,
Every breath closer to the minute i’ll break,
I am afraid to break and i worry about how many pieces I will leave in my wake
and if anyone will be there to pick them up and glue me back together,
Today I am happier than most days in these past years,
She has taught me patience,
All I worry about now is losing her warmth