meghan619
"you can stand under my umbrella. you have my heart..."
this song reminds me of you. and you're the only thing i want to think about.
"...we will never be a world apart"
but for now, we are.
We will never be a world apart. i hope that will be true one day soon.
i ran my fingers across your lips and down your cheek and as you looked into my eyes, you smiled at me. i've never trusted anyone more in my entire life. you held me close to you and i could feel you breathing. i could feel you move beneath me, your skin as smooth as silk.
sinking... it's quite the opposite of floating. it's what i feel when i lay under the sun and feel myself falling into the sky. my heart drops, my soul sinks. down. down. down. i don't know where the bottom is, haven't hit it yet, but soon enough I'll fall far enough to be sunk.
i saw the bottle sitting there, mocking me, daring me. i didn't know what i was doing when i reached out for it, put it to my lips and drank. and drank. and drank. who knew that life would come to this point. all the hard work and all the struggling just to give in to a sip that would end me. i put the bottle down, empty. it stared back at me, proud of itself, i'm sure.
oh god, if I could transport myself I know exactly where I'd go. I'd go to you. How long have I been wishing that someone would invent transport machines so that I could go faster, be there sooner? Why this distance? Why this strain? All I want is to take myself and put me closer to where you are. All I need is some form of cheap, quick, transport.
missed. there is one thing missing from my life. it is dearly missed, deeply missed... it creates a hole in my life where it used to be, where my heart aches, where my tears are cried. one thing that i miss more than anything. and that one thing is you.
What does it mean to succeed? Hell if I know. Sometimes I feel like I am getting there, making progress. But sometimes I struggle to even know where I am trying to get. Succeed? I hope I will. But right now it's all a struggle.
Our lives entangle one another. There is a thread that connects us, invisible though it may be, I feel it.
It's what we didn't want but we feel the hurt of it everyday. we made these choices, we can't go back now, and what decisions were made in good conscious and right judgement have turned into feelings of anguish, of punish. we'll make it through, but still we feel the hurt of our decisions each day.
near... oh how life was so much better when you were closer. near enough to feel your heartbeat, so close to me i could feel your breath on my neck, entangle my fingers with yours. near. now, near is anything but what we are physically although we grow closer every day.
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