skychord59
The house is empty. All the muddy footprints, crayon murals, and juice spills have long been wiped clean. All the toys have been put away, all the sounds of whining and laughter have faded along with the children here. The nest is officially empty, though the mother bird now longs for it to be filled once more.
That blinding sun.. It's bright rays peek through my glasses, blocking my view of the breathtaking scenery in front of me. The wind through my hair, the refreshing saltwater lapping at my feet... who could ask for a better day?
Not paying attention to my steps, I end up tripping over myself, falling into the water just as a wave cleverly crashes over me. Well, there goes my sexy beach hair. But a voice knocks me out of my current thoughts of shame.
"You alright?" The man asks, extending a helping hand. I take it with one hand, the other raising above my arms to block the incoming rays (which were supposed to be blocked by my sunglasses. -.-) A man clad in black swim shorts and a white t-shirt is smiling warmly at me. Water clings to his amazing body, which is peeking through at me through his soaked t-shirt. My speech is rendered useless at this moment in time and my eyes widen. His hand still over mine, he curiously tilts his head.
If only I hadn't tripped. If only I hadn't looked like a complete idiot in front of a complete angel.
Damn these sunglasses.
Below me, there is crimson
Above me, there is darkness,
I cannot seem to figure out how I got here
But I am cold
And I cannot find my way back to warmth
Nor can I warm myself up
A giggle alerts me
But I cannot see where or who it comes from
Can you help?
Can you save whats left?
I can only focus on the centerpiece in the middle of this table: four Lillies with but a single rose. This centerpiece marks the beginning of a relationship that I longed for, a relationship with him. But alas, I am but his mere friend, someone he relies on me for when he can't take the hardships. And I allow him to. But today, it's his day, with HER, who is quite possibly everything I am not.. But I will never know her. I do not trust HER, who has broken the man I desire many times over. I hate these flowers... I hate this table... and as I stare from the sidelines as he makes a vow to love her forever, I cannot help, but hate her too.
Iz slouched in the cold desks of her High school. 'How uncomfortable.' she thought as she listened to the teacher drown on and on about worthless equations. She knew she would use them eventually, but for now, they were hopeless letters and numbers that meant nothing to her.
The lights in her are fading
Like the love he has for me
What once was bright and hopeful is nothing more
than a flame that is ready to be set free from the capturing wick
A cold, heartless thing it is, for our love to fade as the dim light in this room
How nice would it be
to be the president of this desolate world
To further destroy every living soul
That it once inhabited
To set fire to every infuriating thing
It ever touched
How nice it would be
to be the president of this desolate world..
With no one to play with
the soul shuffles the cards
and lays them out
Only for the cold wind to scatter them about in a whirlwind of games
And once again
The player is alone