...most feelings fade, but hate remains and grows enough to start, the process that will soon enough try to **** the heart. The beating slows, the veins collapse, the muscle loses size. the last beat pumps, the heart gives up, then shrivels up and dies...
im not normal, im insane. my mind bursting with imagination. my heart is filled with love, yet so heartless. so ignorant, so demented. with tearful, pleading eyes. they'll realize they murdered my innocence and slaughtered my individuality.
I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
The ice chimes to me songs of a lost beauty, echoing her auburn hair and endless smile across the evergreens. The sun shines her smile through a cool cloud and whisps a crisp kiss to my longing lips. I search for her among the looming hardwoods and across the winded plans, hoping to find something of myself lost with her. Looking to a star filled sky my tears fill the air, hoping only to hear her laughter once again. Long lost are the days we walked this path together. Her simple and natual beauty now come to me only among nature, only that which can match the greatness of her love.
I’m falling, falling, falling, In a love trap, I am caught. So thrilling, almost illegal, Like it’s Satan’s little plot. The Devil gave me instructions To go ahead and misbehave. He said, life is full of adventures. He’s worth it; be brave.