A night of rememberence... and the morning after
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A night of rememberence... and the morning after
So I've come to the conclusion in your aspiration that I wont ever run out of things to say. As you sit here questioning the idea of our existence, with your hair in your face and your eyes pointed anywhere but near mine, I tell you all the values that my heart has been holding high over these past few years. I start out with the reasons I've fallen so far down as you apply your lip-gloss over the outline of these beautiful lips that hold so many secrets. I continue with the strong words of hope that I was sure would bring you to your knees. Yet I find you sitting here looking as if you'd rather be anywhere but here. So I calmly fight off the tears that so are begging for a release, and tell you that I love you and that's all that I've ever wanted to say. With a heart of passion and a hope so fading I stare at the ground as you walk out on me. As you walk out on us. No longer do I hold back all the lies, deceptions, whispers, hopes, dreams, kisses, and fake smiles in which my tears were composed of. I release them as if nothing else will ever matter again. I held your heart as the blanket I curled up with while the rest of the world had to deal with it raining outside. Now as it only pours in my life I have no sanctuary to call my own and I become the lost boy I thought I would never become. I become a page without words, a joke without a laugh, a song without a reason. I become everything I was positive would never happen to me'¦. Sadly enough I still sit and wait though months have passed and another boy claims your heart as his'¦ Coffee shops and smile-worthy memories take my soul by storm. Late night talks and bed-ridden recollections feed me with means of living, yet nothing ever seems to be enough. I can't sleep anymore and the music is only keeping me awake. There's no justifying heartache'¦ and I'm far from being content. Until next time this letter will have to suffice because words were never enough as it were.
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| pretty good, I like the emotion you bring to the table. The structure I'm not a big fan of, only because i think the sentences drag on a little. But it really is good. |
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