Holding on the last bit of hope is never going to be as good as letting go and falling into something else.

I watched the sunrise on your face, butterflies danced and the wind tugged at your hair. but now even the brightest of days seem dark, nothing compares to the glow you emitted that summer morning.

My bleeding heart fuels the anger of my ridgid pen. i cant see thru my teared stained eyes, but it seems to form shapes that resemble words, they paint a picture of when everything was bliss, but soon enough, my pen runs dry, and so do i.

As i watch you fall asleep, i escape into your dreams, and i just want you to know, i'll be here when u wake.

It was the same old story,
they were eachothers world.
each others faults.
each others tears.
without each other. they'd have their own world. hve no faults, have no tears. theyd be happy.
but they didnt want that.

I learnt the meaning of making love yesterday. he held me so tight, whispered words of i love you, you mean so much to me, and dont ever leave me in to my ears. you discover the meaning of something like this once, and once only. with your one true love.

He cared far too much, wished me happiness i didnt deserve, and looked after me when i pushed him away. I wouldn't say its love. I'd say its pure dedication, something i've never experienced from someone apart from him.