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lights surround the imperturbable fortress in the gloom of the glacial night eyes pierce through the dark and into your soul as your hands wrap around a secret affair your mind races and your heart palpitates and raises into your closing throat their hands as cold as ice, interlace with yours as your nerves combust and release mist into the night the lights dim your eyes strain to focus you're brushing up against monsters of the night you start to lose your way your mind spins into iniquity the hand you once held has long since vanished your body is numb is this what love is like?
will you wait for me darling? before we go, will you hold my hand? will you cross your heart and hope to die? even if i go first and you move on i will always wait for you. for the touch of your hand the smell of you hair your voice in my ears even if the stars burn out and the heavens come crashing down i will stand here and wait
the thing that suprises me the most is the way that you smile. you smile like you mean it yet you say the opposite. Your eyes speak the truth but your mind does not follow. your ears listen intently as you wait for my voice to echo from the depths. but your heart. your heart will always remain with me for ever how long it may take for you to find it again and become whole.
a man like you should be more common in the world. more should look up to you, your courage and your bravery. your selflessness and your trust. your anecdotes should be told forever. your breath should be felt on the skin of many other girls. i think that my idea of love and anything relating to it always comes back to you. i think that you should always stay because no matter how hard i try to run. you'll always keep pace. even if i moved across the world i know you'd follow me. and one day my bones will become weak and my skin will start to wither with age, i will slow to a stop and i will look behind. i will reach to you and pull you near and then you'll know that your love and legs can rest in the same place.
the way that some look at their lovers is the way i long to be looked at. but i am scared not only for my heart but my soul i'm scared that i will fall apart and i won't make it i'm scared that you'll leave me bleeding all of this love for you i'm scared i will be afraid to love again i will lay for days and days on the floor drinking and nothing more i'm scared that one day your note is the only thing that will keep me up at night i'm scared that one day ..... i simply won't go on
you can't always decide to take me off of your shelves and open me up like a book. i won't be the same as what i once was. i will be creased and withered. i will be old and dusty. my pages will fall out and rip. my color will fade and my words will simply mean nothing. i'll become the one that sits at the back of the shelf waiting to be opened only to fall aprt in your hands.
the colors of the sunset have always suprised me they seem so unreal yet there they sit before you it's kind of like someone you love you don't believe they're real as they sit infront of you so you touch them in order to make sure they're there too bad you can't do that with sunsets. -sunsets
people talk about love like it's easy love isn't easy love is like having the wind knocked out of you love is like having your arm broken over and over again love is like stepping on pieces of lego love is like trying to take a picture only to find the battery dead. love is a blank canvas. your heart and soul paint a picture hoping that someone will come along and paint the picture with you. then once the pictures complete all they leave behind is their name. - the modern day artist paints with nothing but the love of others
it seems that on a cold september night i fell in love with a stranger on the stairs of an unfamiliar place with cold air sweeping at my hair. it seems that after three months i have fallen in love with this stranger in more places than just the stairs. it seems that after a year i have loved this stranger in more places than i could count. it seems that after a year and six months all of my questions have been answered. all i have to do is answer one. it seems that after three years of loving this stranger i can now sit close to him without my anxiety levels rising. it seems like today, today i can kiss all my fears away. - How to trust a stranger in more than one place
Oh if only i knew back then what i know now the heart aches and pains of love would never exist my love would be as pure as the sunlight my words would have no bounds my body would be free yet, you see, there is someone holding me back, back from everything and everyone someone that wont let me be free. someone is there holding onto my love and life telling me that it isn't time. not yet, anyway.
i try to make you happy i really do but with all of your ideas about happiness i don't know what to do. i can't pretend that i'm happy when i'm not but i can't stop loving you. i haven't seen you in months but your touch still lingers on my skin how do i express my feelings from within? where did you go, you've seemed to vanish it's like you've dissipated into thin air like a whisp of my hair your eyes fall to the floor and your body lays limp at my feet. darling i'm so sorry.all i can do is weep.
I can't remember the last time i looked into your eyes. it feels like an eternity. i think about you all the time and for some reason i can't stop. it's like a tide that keeps coming back to the shore, only to be sent off again. the thing is i can't always be there when you want me to. i can't keep loving you, it's keeping me on my toes and staring at the ceiling at night. soon enough i'm going to collapse from my lack of sleep. i don't know how to keep going without you though. i should not be thinking about you that much, yet here i am, saying your name over and over in my head. why won't i forget you? where does the time go? it's been so long already, and here i am still swooning at the thought of your name. you can't keep looking at me like you do. you can't keep coming into my life when you want to, then dissipating when you feel like it. just keep me alive, keep your eyes open, look at me and breathe. keep me within your grip, and take me when you want me. i want you darling, ain't it obvious? just look at me. look at me and tell me that everything is going to be alright. because right now, i'm losing sleep and losing my mind. and all i can do is wish for you.
i see the world from below my feet and ask myself why i am so small. i look upon the skies and wonder why i could never be as tall. there, i saw that it wouldn't take just one, but many to create a life. a life is when you savour the moments as your car windows are down, your hair whipping in front of your face, your music blaring. life is when you're interrupted by a force of nature that sweeps you off of your feet and sets you back down in a foreign land. life is when you're laying on your deathbed, laughing and smiling from all the memories you made. that is when you know you have fufilled lifes purpose.
Love is a strange word. iT CONSISTS OF FOUR LETTERS, YET NONE OF THOSE FOUR LETTERS COULD EXPLAIN THE WAY ONE FEELS ABOUT ANOTHER. LOVE DOESN'T SIMPLY TAKE FORM OF A WORD OR A SOUND, BUT IT ENGULFS YOUR SOUL, IT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS, IT TAKES AWAY THE WHEELS ON YOUR CAR. YOU CAN'T STOP ONCE IT'S STARTED, AND ONCE YOU'VE STARTED, YOU'RE GOING TO SEE IT THROUGH. I DON'T KNOW WHEN OR WHERE ONE MAY FALL IN LOVE, IT MAY BE ON THE BUS WHEN YOU'RE READING YOUR FAVORITE BOOK. IT COULD BE WHEN YOU'RE WAITING IN LINE AT THE COFFEE SHOP. SOMEONE COULD BUMP INTO YOU ON THEIR WAY TO WORK, YOUR EYES INTERLOCK AND THEN TAKE A COUPLE SECONDS TO STARE AND SMILE. BUT SOMETIMES, THINGS DON'T HAPPEN LIKE THIS. IT MAY BE THAT YOU ONCE HATED SOMEONE THEN, YOU GREW TO LOVE THEM. IT COULD BE THE FACT THAT YOUR BEST FRIENDS BROTHER SOMETIMES SMILES AT YOU WHEN YOU GO OVER THEIR HOUSE. IT MAY BE WHEN YOU TALK TO SOMEONE ONLINE. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW, AND EVERY TALE OF LOVE WILL ALWAYS BE DIFFERENT. YET HERE I SIT, LOOKING AT THIS SCREEN, AND WONDERING WHEN I WILL HAVE A LOVE LIKE THAT. I WONDER WHEN I WILL FALL IN LOVE, MEET THE PERSON THAT I WILL SHAPE MY LIFE AROUND, THE ONE THAT I WILL LEAN ON, THE ONE THAT WILL KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME EVEN WHO MY FIRST CRUSH WAS. BUT FOR NOW, ALL WE CAN DO IS SIT AND WAIT. BECAUSE ONE DAY, SOMETHING MAGICAL WILL HAPPEN, AND YOU'LL THANK THE WORDS OF THE PERSON WHO TOLD YOU TO BE PAITENT.
the thing that i think about the most is the way that your lips curve into a smile. The way that you greet me in the mornings. The way we look at each other, but we never speak of it. I love the silence when we listen to each others music, not saying a word, just listening to the thoughts that one can't say aloud. I love the fact that i love you. i can't stand the fact that i'm not the one to give you good morning texts and goodnight texts. It saddens me because i CAN'T be there to hold your hand when you're sad. It all seems too surreal, like i'm living in a daydream. i SEE YOUR FACE AND I FEEL LIKE I AM SEEING A GOD. I FEEL LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO DISSAPATE AS SOON AS I TRY TO TOUCH YOU. I WANT TO SHOW YOU THE WORLD, TAKE YOUR HAND AND RUN ALONG THE BEACH UNTIL WE COLLAPSE ON THE SAND WITH THE SUN IN OUR EYES AND OUR LUNGS BURNING. I WASN'T THE ONE THAT KISSED YOU FIRST, I WASN'T THE ONE TO HUG YOU FIRST. HOW DARE I THINK LIKE THIS, I THINK THAT PEOPLE WILL FALL INTO ME, I WILL MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER, I WILL FIX THEM, THEN I WILL REMAIN BROKEN ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR, WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO PICK ME UP AND GLUE ME BACK TOGETHER. WHERE IS THE LIE? I SIT AND SIT, LOOKING AT OTHERS THAT LOVE AND LAUGH, I REMAIN QUIET IN MY OWN COMPANY, AND ENJOY THE VIEW FROM HERE. EVEN THOUGH I DON'T GET TO BE WITH YOU, I CAN STILL SIT HERE AND ENJOY BEING WITH YOU, LOOK AT YOU. I WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO HAVE A CHANCE WITH YOU, BUT WHO SAID I COULDN'T DREAM ABOUT IT?
You remind me of the sunsets i witness. always different and beautiful. mesmerizing and captivating as if we were opening our eyes to the world for the first time. you're unique like every sunset is, for its sheer beauty is nothing in comparison with you. the stars that fill the sky seem to buzz with life, like you, when you smile. your simple, yet so complex structure makes me feel like a scientist, exploring a chemicals properties for the first time. i want to look inside your soul, and add coal to your already blazing fire. never did i ever want to see you become someone with red, swolen eyes. you paint a picture better than the mona lisa and brighter than the sun. your skin so ageless and your mind ruthless. you blaze a path that leads to my heart, showing me that love is within. you have shown me the world from your versatile and exquisite mind. never has the world looked so good. you hold your heart in your hands so steady, feeling the muscle contract and expand with every pump, you look at it like you have found the worlds mysteries. you are something of fairytales, something a woman would never dare to dream up. not without consulting her doctor beforehand. yet, there you lay. your legs sprawled out upon the grass, handfulls of it in your hands. your jeans brown with dirt and your eyes glistening. your mouth, moving whispering what sound like symphonies in my ears. and my heart. my heary just smiles.
The thing with people is that they will wait and wait forever. They will lay in their own vomit and cry themselves to sleep if that means that they can try and get a good nights sleep. But when the one that they wanted abandoned them in the middle of the night. Leaving, gathering their stuff in silence and walking out the door. Who would have it worse of? The one leaving or the one waking up alone? And who is the one to blame for the heartache? Is this what the authors were going on about? If so, leave me out. Leave me hanging like an abandoned mistletoe.