but....it doesn't matter to you anyways.
Imagination Is More Important Than Knowledge.
For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand -Albert Einstein
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Brick by Brick by Brick
There comes a moment in time, when you realize
everything you've been wishing for and hoping for might not be what you need.
A thousand broken promises.
A million words said.
All the same. Repeat.
The same vicious cycle of love and disaster.
One thing said, another thing done.
I promise this time is different.
I want this to work.
Dishonesty. Heartbreak. Lies. Repeat.
Always seems like one person wants it more than the other.
Your words are the only thing can do damage to me.
The only thing that can destroy me.
And you use them so well.
It's completely insane how the ONE person you
would do anything for, can treat you this way.
ESPECIALLY when you've done nothing wrong.
Endless. You can hurt me and I accept it and move on.
I know it's just going to happen again and again.
In the back of my head, deep inside me, I hope things will change.
I'm slowly building a wall. With every dishonest moment, a brick.
Every misleading glance or touch, a brick. Every broken promise, a brick.
I'd do anything in this world to make you see how I feel but,
in the end, it's the same.
I've let you down because apparently my feelings for you were
never clear. You still haven't been able to grasp the fact of how
much I care.
How if you were the last person I saw before I died, I'd be complete.
How no one else matters.
How your eyes are all I see when I close mine.
My every waking moment is centered around you.
But I don't think you know that..or even care.
It's partially my fault, I'll admit. I know I don't say how I feel.
I just wish you could see it. When you look into my eyes.
I'm in love with you.
One of these days I'll be able to tell you, and you'll believe me.
I can't wait for that day.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Time is of the Essence.
I don't know what's worse...
Losing you completely the first time and not knowing it was going to happen...
or
Knowing the exact time when you're going to walk out of my life again.
Losing you completely the first time and not knowing it was going to happen...
or
Knowing the exact time when you're going to walk out of my life again.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Time Machine.
Those pictures....look nothing like you.
It's like you've went back in time.
You look so happy.
Maybe it's for the best.
You wouldn't have known me then.
It's like you've went back in time.
You look so happy.
Maybe it's for the best.
You wouldn't have known me then.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Once In a Lifetime, We Get Another Chance...
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Pain Is the Only Reminder That You were Real.
You say:
"I love you baby. You're mine. I'm yours."
It melts me but leaves me cold at the same time.
I know when you leave that the feelings going away.
I wish it didn't hurt like this.
I want it to be as easy for me as it is for you.
I wish I could block it out.
But I can't help it. Your touch and your words are SO believable when I'm with you.
It would almost be easier if you didn't say it at all.
But everytime I'm with you I pray it will change. Pray things will be different.
But they won't be. I know this.
I've cried too many tears for you.
The second you walk out the door...I'm alone once again. Cold. Left with my thoughts and heartache. The tears flow down my cheeks. Dear God, Help Me Be Strong.
"I love you baby. You're mine. I'm yours."
It melts me but leaves me cold at the same time.
I know when you leave that the feelings going away.
I wish it didn't hurt like this.
I want it to be as easy for me as it is for you.
I wish I could block it out.
But I can't help it. Your touch and your words are SO believable when I'm with you.
It would almost be easier if you didn't say it at all.
But everytime I'm with you I pray it will change. Pray things will be different.
But they won't be. I know this.
I've cried too many tears for you.
The second you walk out the door...I'm alone once again. Cold. Left with my thoughts and heartache. The tears flow down my cheeks. Dear God, Help Me Be Strong.
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