AND MY
A F F E C T I O N?
WELL,
IT COMES
AND GOES.
IT COMES
AND GOES.
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you can't always decide to take me off of your shelves
and open me up like a book. i won't be the same as what i
once was. i will be creased and withered. i will be old and
dusty. my pages will fall out and rip. my color will fade and
my words will simply mean nothing. i'll become the one
that sits at the back of the shelf waiting to be opened only
to fall aprt in your hands.
the colors of the sunset have always suprised
me
they seem so unreal yet there they sit before you
it's kind of like someone you love
you don't believe they're real as they sit infront of you
so you touch them in order to make sure they're there
too bad you can't do that with sunsets.
-sunsets
they seem so unreal yet there they sit before you
it's kind of like someone you love
you don't believe they're real as they sit infront of you
so you touch them in order to make sure they're there
too bad you can't do that with sunsets.
-sunsets
people talk about love like it's easy
love isn't easy
love is like having the wind knocked out of you
love is like having your arm broken over and over again
love is like stepping on pieces of lego
love is like trying to take a picture only to find the battery dead.
love is a blank canvas. your heart and soul paint a picture hoping that someone will come along and paint the picture with you.
then once the pictures complete all they leave behind is their name.
- the modern day artist paints with nothing but the love of others
love isn't easy
love is like having the wind knocked out of you
love is like having your arm broken over and over again
love is like stepping on pieces of lego
love is like trying to take a picture only to find the battery dead.
love is a blank canvas. your heart and soul paint a picture hoping that someone will come along and paint the picture with you.
then once the pictures complete all they leave behind is their name.
- the modern day artist paints with nothing but the love of others
it seems that on a cold september night i fell
in love with a stranger on the stairs of an unfamiliar place with
cold air sweeping at my hair.
it seems that after three months i have fallen in love with this stranger in more places than just the stairs.
it seems that after a year i have loved this stranger in more places than i could count.
it seems that after a year and six months all of my questions have been answered. all i have to do is answer one.
it seems that after three years of loving this stranger i can now sit close to him without my anxiety levels rising.
it seems like today, today i can kiss all my fears away.
- How to trust a stranger in more than one place
it seems that after three months i have fallen in love with this stranger in more places than just the stairs.
it seems that after a year i have loved this stranger in more places than i could count.
it seems that after a year and six months all of my questions have been answered. all i have to do is answer one.
it seems that after three years of loving this stranger i can now sit close to him without my anxiety levels rising.
it seems like today, today i can kiss all my fears away.
- How to trust a stranger in more than one place
Oh if only i knew back
then what i know now
the heart aches and pains of love would never exist
my love would be as pure as the sunlight
my words would have no bounds
my body would be free
yet, you see, there is someone holding me back,
back from everything and everyone
someone that wont let me be free.
someone is there holding onto my love and life
telling me that it isn't time.
not yet, anyway.
the heart aches and pains of love would never exist
my love would be as pure as the sunlight
my words would have no bounds
my body would be free
yet, you see, there is someone holding me back,
back from everything and everyone
someone that wont let me be free.
someone is there holding onto my love and life
telling me that it isn't time.
not yet, anyway.
i try to make you happy i really do
but with all of your ideas about happiness
i don't know what to do.
i can't pretend that i'm happy when i'm not
but i can't stop loving you.
i haven't seen you in months but your touch
still lingers on my skin
how do i express my feelings from within?
where did you go, you've seemed to vanish
it's like you've dissipated into thin air like a whisp of my hair
your eyes fall to the floor and your body lays limp
at my feet.
darling i'm so sorry.all i can do is weep.
but with all of your ideas about happiness
i don't know what to do.
i can't pretend that i'm happy when i'm not
but i can't stop loving you.
i haven't seen you in months but your touch
still lingers on my skin
how do i express my feelings from within?
where did you go, you've seemed to vanish
it's like you've dissipated into thin air like a whisp of my hair
your eyes fall to the floor and your body lays limp
at my feet.
darling i'm so sorry.all i can do is weep.
