When I close my eyes, I see faces of people who have left.
I see smiles. I see memories. I see leaf piles. I see passion. I see small towns. I see compassion. I see rosy cheeks. I see bonfires. I see happy weeks.
When I open my eyes, I see the faces of those remaining.
I see tears. I see decline. I see fears. I see locked doors. I see alcohol. I see unfamiliar floors. I see red lines. I see broken homes. I see dark times.
Confess it, guys. Tell her. Tell her all the things she means to you. Be honest. Be truthful. And watch the reaction she gives to you?
Many times words holds living proof to the one giving her all to you. Poets, have written to multiple sources on the subject of love. So man up and confess your love to your special someone.
Like tears Falling out of nowhere Finding friends on the ground Unlike me I'll never find friends anywhere I'll always be alone in the dark volant world..... That people may call home sweet home..
your touch lingers on my skin leaving a trail of scorching ice and it feels warm and as you gently run your fingers along my back i swear it felt like magic
Trying to rectify other people mistakes, When I have my own, Trying to help people's love life, When my own is non existent, Trying to save people's lives, When your own is on the edge, I don't know when this will end.
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage. why i barely own handbags, and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse. why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.
i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.
until i realised that it was because i already had all of me, to carry.