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As the darkness sucks all the lightness from the happiness of a day, My kneecaps ache as they lay akwardly upon the cold, hard, wooden floor.
The pain when it dawned that my love was not reciprocated was tremendous , it tore at my very being it tore my heart.
Watch the sun setting over the endless sea. Nowhere at this moment I'd rather be. Soothing my soul and easing my pain. Hardly even notice its starting to rain. Brings back memories of people and past.
Inspired Love <http://www.myspace.com/partygirl00761/blog/454162978>. Current mood:blessed. Caressing words of guidance. Thoughts and gentle touch. A hand to hold. The blessing of a tender love.
I should not want to post stuff about you anymore. It is not helping me and neither is it helping our relationship. I have only looked like a love-sick fool.
Sticky-tape mends many things; The broken spine of a favourite book, The arm of sat-on spectacles, Snagged lungs of slow-collapsing balloons, The sticky-backed waxing of a furred jacket, Or the...
"You've changed." you tell me, "You're different." you say. Well wouldn't you expect me to change, When you left me and went away. It broke me into pieces, I crumbled without you near.
I heard through the grapevine. That you weren't doing fine. I hate to admit. I was glad of it. It took me so long to get on track. Putting all the pieces of myself back. After you just left.
She tore up the pictures, memorising each photo before destroyingl its existence. As if she could erase his memory.
Chapter 17 Party Time It was time for the party.. Mum was getting nervous and pacing up and down the hallway. *ding dong* Our first guest. I looked at Mum. She nodded her head slowly.
There is gaping hole within my heart now you have broken it apart. The void you left fills me with fear but I know I can’t shed one single tear.
Our scars are what define us, The ones we gather on the way, We can either show them Or hide them all away.
Healing - the process of recovery. Physical wounds heal relatively quickly, Mental scars live with you forever. Medicine for the mind is not easy to find, So we resort to sticking plasters.
If there is any proof that magic dose indeed exist, then we only need to look inside of your own hearts, as that is where it lies through love.
As silence engulfs me, I walk terrified into the room of a thousand mirrors. The first mirror, is fear of rejection. I see myself in there, people around pointing fingers at me.
Dedicated to Sojo. She knows heartbreak she knows joy. She knew her feelings she knows the boy. She's still so young she's still upset. So much joy to come this pain to forget.
I got myself a little jar, Left it open all the day While I collected wise old bits To mix with the sun's rays. It soaked them up, without a doubt, And kept them all for me.
I would never really know How empty you could grow Until you were nothing at all. I would never really hear Your cries, so pained and dear Until the quiet that would befall.
Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad. Her only friend was a writing pad. She was just a girl with some beautiful curls wishing for a better world.
I no longer search for you in crowded spaces or hope to get a catch-up call. I no longer bring you up in conversations or wish bad things upon you. I no longer have your old t-shirts or letters.
The GIFT & DRUG his love 2 you Let's face it we have all been there, ladies you know the road I am talking about. The road of "attachments".
The heart is a magical thing But fragile, I must say.
I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.
There is a chill in the air, I feel it on my cheek... A little darkness, so timid and meek... It touches me on my face...gently caresses my hair... Cradle my head between palms of care.