

Right HereThere is no yesterday or tomorrow, just here and now.Right Here
You and I don't exist, it is just us.
The sun and the moon are dark, there is nothing to see.
Songs are never sang, poems are never read, sound is absent.
Time and space are a myth, the only truth is in love.


On This DayNot only do I shed a tear today because our time was cut short, but I shed one for having spent it with you.On This Day
I don't cry because I lost the shoulder I once cried on, but I cry because you stood beside me.
I'm not crying just because the arms that once hugged me are gone, but because you held me at all.
Tears aren't rolling down my cheeks because I'll never hear your voice again, but they fall because I can still hear it.
On this day I am not crying just because I will miss you dearly, but I am crying because I know you are safe now.


Two Edged SwordLying in a bed that is half empty I look to your side and see the whole you used to fill. *****There is an empty space in my bed where you used to lie *****Now there is nothing but memories. A continent separates us But you are never far from my heart. *****I'm so far away *****But I feel you right here beside me, where you belong. I miss your smile, your laugh Even your snore. *****I can still hear your giggle *****And your horrible singing voice. Sometimes if I lay just there right way It feels like you're still there. *****When I roll over to hug you and myTwo Edged Sword


Monologue in the MirrorHundreds of thousands of glances have I set on this mirror and in all of these years not twice has the same face looked back. Each experience brings with it a crease and each sunbeam a freckle. With a sweep of the lashes comes a new shadow beneath my eyes and each breath a blemish appears or vanishes. Only yesterday this frame held a young, beautiful person. Today, I seem old and tired. Once plump lips fall further with the motion of each kiss, each word stains my once pearly teeth. The sure sign it is myself looking back at me is the eyes. The gleaming blue oracles set in myMonologue in the Mirror
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"Everything dies, but not everything has an ending."
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saint crocodile just needs to go sailing.
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"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time" - Friedrich Nietzsche
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