when i miss you i say your name when i look at your picture i talk to you hoping you’d also talk to me even when you’re a thousand miles apart missing you is **** cause even all the materialistic things are with me i always have this part of me empty a void that could never be patched by a bandaid a soul incomplete of saturation when i hear your voice it suddenly feels okay when you call my name everything feels alright at day time i could tell i was happy at night time i couldn’t avoid the sorrows that you aren’t with me anymore singing songs before i sleep playing with my hair little kisses— it’s all gone it’s sad to know that the person you love leaves you like a pop of bubble ready to be lost
I know who I am My moral's Things that cannot shake me But I'm drowning in my sorrow's All of the things that continue to break me I have let the bad things shape me Mold me into a form I do not recognize I know who I am She is very hard to find Under the debris and The dark night's I can still see My moral's the things that cannot shake me But I let the bad things break me I dig and I dig through the mess I’m depressed My moral's may be something I silently put to rest
No more to dream the sadness and sorrow of the year that has just passed me by a pain that had seemed endless thought never to go away I awoke today and felt the pressure slowly easing and If I have asked too much In life and admit so then how forgiving will the world be toward me But should I grow to old to be able to care look after myself anymore I just hope I will have done enough to end my days happy
Many thoughs I've had to day a few which I've written down
Your face bring permanence to the colours of spring. You make my fate to bow down to me. If i have your sorrows, those of the universe mean nothing to me. Your love make my days and nights look like wooven in silk and brocade. You are my alma-mater of love who teach me the purity of love. You doesn't make my heart to skip a beat infact you add more to them. Your face give me tranquillity in this hubbub world...
When you thought it was roaring to scare and to swallow you, the ocean was addressing you with love. With its arms wide open It drew you closer, to liberate your filthy sorrows, to set your soul free from the weights of regret and drown to death your old mad misery.
It's a weapon It's the truth It's a lie It's a reason why You should stay alive To write your poems To write your stories To write Show us what's in your heart So we can help So we can write something to help That's the pen's job To write To help The pen
A pen that writes it's sorrows, will never run out of ink.-Thorns
It wasn't your beauty that gave my heart tinkles It was love at first sight Right now I feel I rushed Maybe it was **** or an infatuation that made me choose you over the others That made me opt for green instead of blue Your arms clothed me with warmth and now all they do is make me catch a cold Love can be so sweet in the beginning before you know it's bait dragging you to your own grave I've walked through paths full of thorns and never bled Got shot many times and never died I guess its time to define reality I don't love you anymore for you have turned every smile into a tear and made me sad when I needed a cheer Its time to turn off the radio I don't wanna hear your favorite song ever again For the pain you caused me burns inside of me like **** And everything that reminds me of you is as bad as sin
Your favourite song, I yesterday listened to, The lyrics passed by, And I didn't remember you. The melody was synchronised with my laughs, Even though, you said, the song represents, The pain you've been through. I didn't remember your talks, I didn't remember your cries, My pain won't be watered with tears, The season of blooming is to end.
Instead of holding your hand, I held my sorrows. Instead of feeling love, I felt you killing me with your arrows. Instead in living in our dreams, I lived in endless hallows. Instead of having you, I had, only shadows.