True love: the soul's recognition of it's counterpoint in another...

*not mine

Just take the risk. I'm worth it in the end.

I've waited too long to see you cry.
I've waited too long to watch you die.

So she hold's on, waiting for someone to save her, and then she slips, falling into the deep abyss...

And only time will tell... when she'll be free of her earthly hell

*not mine

Who am I? I seem to have forgotten...

*from my poem Who am I?

....but they'll miss me when I'm dead.

Why do girls always run from the guys that make them happy and fight for the ones that make them cry?

Not mine but so true.

You said you loved me, stupid me, I believed you.

He taught me how to like.
He taught me how to care.
He taught me how to love.
He taught me how to live.
But never did he teach me,
Just how to say goodbye.