As my eyes saw you how you walked out the door My heart shivers and my eyes with tears are started to fall You did'nt say anything even when I wanted everytime you leave is a glance ; Glance, weherein as you walked out it tells me that you're willing to stay with me no matter what
I held her in my arms tightly, so tightly I was sure she could feel the shivers going down my own spine. No harm would ever come to her while she was in my grasp, but **** me if ever I held her too tightly, so tightly I myself were to hurt her.
What is Love? Love is October, yes the season fall is what defines Love.. I miss you. I really miss the fall with you, and oh how I miss how your nose turns red when it gets chilly out and how your face turns so pale and you can see all the aspects of your eyes, how your lips get chapped at the end of the year, and how when you hold my hand in the cold, I miss how your hand fits right into mine and how your numb fingertips lingered around my hand so softly.. i miss you pulling me close to stay warm, oh how I miss sitting on the front porch in your rocking chairs, and taking you under that one big tree at your old house on Halloween Night and kissing you softly.. I miss the smell of your hair when you haven't washed it, the way you bite your fingernails. Everything good happens in the fall, i guess that why i latched onto you in September of 2008, because you're my one and only soul mate.
I remember his touch; it will forever be imprinted on my skin and the day he left will always send shivers down my spine.
When I was little my mother and I grew accustomed to people leaving us to my alcoholic father we were just a hotel room service that he threw glass vases at when he had abused the drink that kept his life thriving
It took him days to realize he had spent all our money at the bar watching the ***** women’s bodies tempt his mind and grasp his tongue
He was always a little too easily persuaded a little too easy to walk all over that's what happens when you grow up uneducated and ******
At the age of four I stopped feeling sorry for him He was dead weight and my mother's back was giving out
The first time he came home with another women I stopped feeling sorry for him
He had this hole in his heart that was so deep nothing could ever fill it.
How I wished I could make him feel something even if it was nothing more than a gentle touch.
Just a little inspiration from a friend of mine's father, he reminds me of this man, I am lucky to have the father that I do, that he is truly nothing like this at all.