I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
As so many commitments demand your timeOr your shut-eye important be,Your attraction to me must in some way lack,Such a pity to spend time on thee.
Some people will hate you for not loving them.
Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?