Afraid.

Afraid.


Give me somebody to love,
almost anybody will do.
Somebody who loves me for me.
No lies, cries, or useless sighs.
Not this time I want something different.

I feel an akward aroma surrounding me,
wherever I go.
It's saying that the life I lead is just not for me.
It's calling for something more, somebody better.
He's standing right in front of me.

He's the one I want.
He's the one I long for.
But I'm afraid to get close.
I'm afraid if we do, we both may lose...
Please not this time.

Don't let this go wrong.
Embracing him is all I want to do.
Don't take that away from me.
I don't want to let go.... not this time.

I'm afraid...
I'm afraid to lose you...

My deadly sin.

My deadly sin.

Is nothing but one word,
and nothing more.
The word that eats me inside,
and teases my hopes and dreams.
A beautiful but deadly thing.

Love.

Mortified.

Mortified.


A distant lie,
with a close inspection of truth.
A hidden face,
with an exposed expression of grief.

Can I be any clearer?

Hiding in the shadows lie you and I,
a hint of light shines through crakes.
Revealing our eyes only for an instant,
secrets and truth are finally exchanged.

This is not about you nor I.

Seasons are forever changing,
it goes from life to death and
death to life, it's just the cycle.
The weak can't cut it, the strong survive.
Human nature and behavior
seems a bit extinct now a days don't you think?

Forget the life cycle what about our feeelings?

Rivers are always running,
ponds are always still.
The best type of water is running,
because it's always fresh.
While ponds sit,
never escaping their confinement.

What type of water are you?
And what type of water am I?

Truth be told.

Truth be told.


The truth is, I never really could decide,
what I wanted in life.
Or for the matter,
who I wanted to be with.
Seems that you and I had more in common,
then you thought.

I always hated when people began to say things such as...
"There's a time for everything," but
when will be my time?
"Death is everywhere," but
where will I be when he knocks at my door?
It's so idiotic...

"Why should I care," or "I don't know," or "I could careless,"
is my reply to almost everything that concerns feelings and such.
Truth is most likey I know why I care and I do care.
Almost silly isn't it?
I have no reason to care, but by my nature I do care more than I should.

What I want in life?
Who I want in life?
When will be my time?
Where will I be when he knocks at me door?
Why should I care?

The truth is, is that.
These questions, I can't answer.
But I could careless...

Dangeriously romantic.

Dangerioulsy romantic.


You and I we're the type that's hard to describe.
All those nights with flames of passion,
days that thunder with agruements.
A solitude within them both.

Competition arises from every turn.
Who's the best, I'm the best,
No, I can beat you anytime.

It seem that few words, never sufficed.
More were said then needed.
That's how things always seemed to be.

Firey tempers were well known between us.
Always seemed to get the better of you or I.
Ignited and terminated.
That's how it always seemed to begin and end.

The romance was great, but the passion was amazing.
The fighting was fierce, but the agruements were outrageously irresistable.

Never knew.

Never knew.


An empty chair in this vacant space.
Broken pictures with a shattered past.
Bare trees in their twilight of nourishment.

Casted away with almost no regret.
Running towards a neverending path.
Hiding from the misdeeds they've commited.
What's done is done.

I never realized, what you meant,
when you said.

"I never knew what I wanted in life,
except for this one thing that always screamed in my dreams.
You know I almost reached that never ending path and filled those empty voids.
A taste of that nourishment would have been sweet,
if your deadly extremity hadn't intertwined.
It was drenched with twists and turns and a bitter sent of happiness.
I never knew what I wanted in life,
until I took the misleading road that revoked my twilight of existance.
That misleading road, was you."

I never knew what you meant,
until my twilight of existance,
almost ceased to exist like yours once did.

See the world.

See the world.


Sometimes I wish,
You could see the world through me eyes.
Even if it seems as if, there's no point.

An overwhelming sensation of pain or solitude,
at times an exsertion of happiness or content,
seems to be my daily routine.

Thoughts consume my mind,
which sometimes feel as if they are driving me to insanity.
Dreams surround my thoughts,
teasing me knowing that they are unattainable.
Visions knock at my dreams,
inviting me to into nothingness.

Knock, knock, knock.
Who's there?
Your worst fear.
My worst fear and what's that?
Failure, emptiness, & no one but yourself.