Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that mean anger?
If it does, then why do I feel hollow?
Pain. Does that mean suffering?
If it does, then why does it feel comforting?
Memories. Are they not images of the past?
If they are, why are there only shadows?
Smiles. Does that mean happiness?
If it does, then why does it hurt?
Life. What does it mean?
Should it mean any of these things?
If it doesn't, then why are they there?
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
You have become my closest friend.
It's been just about a year,
And you're the on
You came to me when you were sad
And I was stupid to take you back
I thought you
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
You have a friend in me,
Don't try and hide your feelings because your best friend can se
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
