silentscream

sitting here waiting for things that will never come dreaming dreams that won't end happily ever after you cross my mind am i in love with you? or are you just another wish that won't come true..

He fell in love Just as she was standing up And walking away from it He was too late Her heart had been smashed Like a fine china plate He couldn't believe he had hurt her She couldn't believe she had let him

You're filling up The blank pages of my heart With poems and love letters And I'm falling for every page of it She became envious And got between the paper and pen She tore the lovely pages from my heart Ripping up my hopes, my joy Stealing my poems, my boy.

The lies The necklace was white Fit only for a girl With such beautiful eyes The earrings were hearts Because she held his life together After it had been torn apart. The truth He bought the necklace cheap Becoming tired of using her He rounded his things preparing to leave The earrings were hearts Because he wanted to leave a trail And that was his trademark.

A burntout lightbulb causing midnight fires Black and white tv sets bringing color to blind eyes Freshly bathed kids that have never seen the sun shine watermelons feasting on pestering ants a letter from a lover food for the fire Life on the other side of the mirror

Lungs drowning on the air Gills suffocating in the water Swim to outer space Where the vast nothing Has Christmas trees And under them Are gifts full of breath Let the stars refuel your engine With just enough gas To walk home on And fall asleep Dreaming of being with your beloved But waking from the nightmare Safe, alone, and out of oxygen

to my dear friend joy, so, this is goodbye. we did indeed have some of the shall we say most 'infinite' times life could ask for. reminiscing is weighing down my heart along with eyelids and how the tears will flow to 'water many flowers'. but however contradicting it may seem i will meet these memories with a smile and continue with life cause that's what the mind seems to do when it grows, and i truly believe we will meet again someday. every so often when the moon is full, and the fields are clear awaiting our ready and eager footsteps, scenes set for dancing. when the trees no longer have their leaves to weigh down their branches, and th

There's something about, slicing my finger open, that makes me smile. Because I know, the sympathy will overtake the pain of the open wound. And I really shouldn't tell you that, but I don't care. I should also tell you, I loved holding you in my arms. And watching you sleep. In. My. Arms. I shouldn't say that, but it's true. Today. I found that my best hobby is lying to the check out lady. Because I will never see her again. And she doesn't care what I say. Because in the next hour and a half, she is focused on forgetting everything she has learned. Why not make myself sound normal? Candles will not stay lit when the w