lyricalrose
many things have failed in life, in love. but i dont think it is ever time to give up yet. never. just keep fighting on and everything will be okay. because today, and every day, is a new beginning.
a failed attempt at life is death. so n matter what happens as long as you are breathing you are winning. there is no going back, so continue to move forward and you will always succeed in everything you do. there are always people worse off then you who know how to smile still.
whats past is past, for better or worse. we need to let things go. but somehow i cannot force myself to do that just yet.. i still love him as much as i did the first day i knew he was supposed to be mine.
his eyes. boring into my soul, peering down into the dark depths that were my sanity, or lack thereof. i couldn't care less now, as i stared back at him, wishing to hold him one last time. the electricity between us was undeniable.
cell phones these days, are taking over. really, they are. how many teens do you see who aren't txting? we even write with abbreviation when we dont mean to. it's really qwuite sad to see the level that society has gone to with the use of phones.
who can predict the occurrence of heavens most diaboloical invention, love? not i, of course. for love is a fickle as the winds and the sea, with patterns, yes, but predictable ones, no. i wish i could be the one to learn its ways.
heh, who knows what to believe anymore, when all around you is lies that dont mean a thing. who knows which ones are lying through their teeth, trying to get you to believe that they're sincere, that they love you. for all you know their conmen, rapists. and arent all men the same, i swear....
his smile, like a sunbeam. i'd do anything to see it again, to see it reach up and crinkle the skin by his stormy eyes. i lived for his joy, and he lacks it. so what to do, except bring it back...if i can bring it back to him.
emotions slammed into me with the force of an oncoming train. i was out of highschool. finished. about to be throw into that vast adult world full of rushing responsibility. and no one was there to help me. how was i, a teenager still, supposed to cope in that dangerous world?
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