at my stop,
but very few getting on, even fewer getting off, all on account nobody feels like going anyplace anyway I don’t mind, like stretching out, and the big picture sized windows mine, now all to myself, got fantastic view of empty streets the bus drivers don’t kick me off at the last stop anymore, happy for the company, even though the drivers are the sorriest sad sacks, crying quietly under the masks that don’t hide all that much
let me know
when you will go as you take with you everything even my soul i search for my self my eyes will give answer that it might go the time will pass the time comes my watch annoys as i look at times she finally stops my heart knocks in spite of its knocks the lamp is off as the electricity was off my brain was light waiting her bright
love ignites every inch.
Rewind time Pause for awhile then play again Everyday is like this I want to get out I look at the sky when I'm tired sick of being like this now I'm wondering of all the words that this poem can start why it has to be stops I'm stuck I should rewind my life https://t.co/FwYpSqjzEQ
You gave me all of the colours of love,
let us get lost somewhere where time stops forever.
In the kingdom of royalties and nobles
We hid ourselves amongst the darkest corner Avoiding such extravagant parties of fame and power, Instead we found ourselves in each other's eyes Though it was never as magical as those stories told It left a sense of excitement in me, But never did you know we will meet again In the morning of intertwined fate Inside the Kingdom we vow to serve till death Together we rise our sword for the Kingdom we protect Side by side as Knights we will fight till our last breath; And how I wish to be with you even if the night comes As the moonlight touches our bare skins tonight Yet that would never happen for I will let you go now This time I will serve my stand as the noble's daughter And leave my sword in the Kingdom as a reminder of our history And you will remain the Kingdom's right hand protector; Finally this time our path stops to intertwined As we now move forward, not looking back with our pride held high.
Out of sync, when all is
mine. Unforgiving, is the power of time. She asks of he, plainly, will it end? The sadness, of the unknown. Her, inability, he, so willingly, sought the gladness, of she. Can we all not share, the same despair, of lovers who dare, to undo the unfair? No. Happiness, only burdens the few. I envy you.
I've rode a bus to nowhere,
but I wrote down every stop to realize that even though we don't realize it!! In our journey there are much better places to get off than the last stop.
The car slows down
and in the moment so does the sound, all I can hear is my heart. The car stops and so do I, as I start to cry I let everything out that was being held inside.
(he seemed happier,
i swear, when i wasn’t there) and the wedge between our friendship will never really leave and the One Who Invited Himself will tell his friends that i’m a ***** make a life lesson out of me to his children foolish boy don’t you know your love is waiting for you and that sometimes nothing can be said or done and that love can’t be forced or, in a way that makes sense, talked about ?