sharkpeid

If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?

I always watch as you smile without me I wanted to see you smile again I know I'm a burden to you A burden you don't want to lose I tell you I am going to leave I watch as you tear up But don't cry, my friend I'll visit you in my dreams Watching as the path splits Leaving behind my friendship I couldn't stand to see you cry And so I broke into tears It was fun while it lasted All my dreams came true Memories I won't let go of Forever in my heart When the world is over Your face is all I'll see Someday I'll ask you To fly away with me As our tears fall together Both of us fading away Don't cry, my friend 'Cause everything's alright Those

My, my, look at you, just a single day and you seem to have grown a pair. Well, I couldn't exactly stay 'short of balls' as you so quaintly put. Oh? Quoting me too, now that's impressive! Well, perhaps I should have listened earlier. After all one of the lessons you always tried to teach me was: Never let poison slowly kill you, suck it out, spit it out and put it back inside the bastard who sent it to you. I see, quoting my old lessons as if it makes you sound tough, But let's get down to the real question: Have you finally made a decision regarding your little 'flower'. That I have sire, and I believe it is the right one. You see, the

It is incredible how your writing will often reflect the very balance of your soul. Words that are laced with poison resemble the toxic veins through which they run. It is why writing is an outlet for us, because we need the paper to reflect our inner beast. Yet what can one possibly write, when they have found a profound moment of inner peace? In this state that exists, where the soul is calm as opposed to a wild and raging tempest. One's words are without an edge, they have no emotional value at all. And yet within the balance, perhaps I have found a hidden piece to this puzzle. For words that bear a calming influence, seem to be in shor

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Sometimes I don't know what to do with my feelings. Imagine so much about someone that you shut everything else out for them and suddenly it feels like another person is in the way... You've tried to do your best to make the other person comfortable but the concessions just don't seem to be enough. You've swallowed your own feelings a hundred times over, simply hoping that they won't call out your bluff. And you've done it all willingly, so there's no real complaint. Anything to see them smile right? But then something hits you, and the mask breaks a little bit; you know that you shouldn't be upset over something so petty... but the truth

To me the meaning of love has always been dark. Love, in my opinion, is about staring at that abyss inside of you. It's about confronting the demons that beat you into submission, convincing you that you are less than what you're worth. But that is not how the story ends... Love is about facing that void inside of you, coming to terms with those very same demons and all the while doing it for someone other than yourself. Love is about finding that one person who dredges up all these uncomfortable things; but then they hold them beside you, letting you know that life is giving you a second chance. That is what love has always been to me, i

Let me start this by saying I have a problem with over-thinking things It stems from a personal insecurity; because it seems like you're too good for me And I keep trying to correct for every little thing, until the faults I'm seeing don't even exist... I have come to the point where I ask myself, What even is this? Because every time I try to make you happy, It only seems to bury you deep Jokes just turn into a set of barbed wires; And between us it's only frustration that keeps. And in the end I find myself flying blind, because I have no idea how the story is supposed to end... But when I turned myself back to page one, I saw the a

The thing I regret most is hurting you... And I will not stand by misinterpreted lines; spilling fantasy to obscure the truth. Because denial is a selfish desire and only honesty can mend the heart. I was the one who put you together, I was the one who tore you apart... But if an apology is worth something, then let it be worth this: Because I hold to my promise to bring you bliss. That was the truth I spoke from the first moment we kissed. I may not be a good man, I may not be a great man; But I can promise that I am your man! Irrespective of what others might think. And if that is not good enough for you; then you can pull the plug and

It seems strange sometimes to see you through a window. Knowing there's a glass container between us. I could have reached out and touched you just a day ago, But that day is now behind us. I didn't quite expect that you'd turn so soon, That the moment I'm gone another would take my place. I nurse that wound close to my heart, but it's no longer a dream I can chase...