Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Do not expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but if it does not, be content. It grew in yours. ©
Do not go for looks; they can deceive. Do not go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. ©
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
To You:
If you cannot piece together broken glass, why did you try to when he left? If you cannot continue to draw with a broken crayon, why did you try to when she left? If you had sworn your loyalty to me, why did you go and hold hands with the Devil? If you had sworn your heart to me, why did you eat from that box of chocolate? If you had sworn yourself to me, then why did you kiss that soul?
Now, I am picking up the shattered glass that had ravaged the floor. Now, I am trying to murder a blank piece of paper with the broken crayon. Now, I am reaching out for Devil to end my misery. Now, I am purging up all that chocolate I had eaten after you left.
But, I have no soul to kiss.
Because you took mine.
It is neither a fond or hated memory. Yet, on the good days, I don’t remember. And on bad days, I do. I remember all of it in its entirety tightly pinned behind a picture frame permanently nailed to the walls of my mind. I should erase the pieces, but I choose to let it live inside because I will be able to play, replay, and pause those moments at my will.
Come back and save me before it’s too late.
Before all the colors in my world blend together and fade . . .
I want you to see again... ♥
If you cannot piece together broken glass, why did you try to when he left? If you cannot continue to draw with a broken crayon, why did you try to when she left? If you had sworn your loyalty to me, why did you go and hold hands with the Devil? If you had sworn your heart to me, why did you eat from that box of chocolate? If you had sworn yourself to me, then why did you kiss that soul?
Now, I am picking up the shattered glass that had ravaged the floor. Now, I am trying to murder a blank piece of paper with the broken crayon. Now, I am reaching out for Devil to end my misery. Now, I am purging up all that chocolate I had eaten after you left.
But, I have no soul to kiss.
Because you took mine.
It is neither a fond or hated memory. Yet, on the good days, I don’t remember. And on bad days, I do. I remember all of it in its entirety tightly pinned behind a picture frame permanently nailed to the walls of my mind. I should erase the pieces, but I choose to let it live inside because I will be able to play, replay, and pause those moments at my will.
Come back and save me before it’s too late.
Before all the colors in my world blend together and fade . . .
I want you to see again... ♥
Friday, September 10, 2010
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