Our love is much like running down a hallway with no end in sight. I'm falling through infinity. We're going around in circles in search for an end, chasing something that never was, or will be, there.

How much longer must we do this?

If you think I'm up for easy viewing, a pretty picture to feast your lustful eyes upon, a prize to call your own, a body to fulfil your fantasies, a chick but not a lady... then you can get right out of my life.

Open me up.
Let your soft breeze flow through my skeleton.
I am empty.
You look right through me, the way they all do.

For I am just a window.
And that's all I'll ever be to you.

Don't read this wrong.
I just wish for you to be happy.
That is the only way I can wish for you right now.

You're always in my thoughts

Tears; the language of the soul.
2 often is it misinterpreted that the language is redefined in a negative light; a foreign tongue no1 seems 2 understand. But its not supposed 2 b understood, its supposed 2 b felt.
How very narrow minded we can be.

Never justify your arguments with profanity; that's juvenile and quite frankly, shit.

My arms wrapped around you tight, I look into your eyes & I wonder;
How could someone so beautiful inevitably come to break my heart?
cause the reality is everything comes to an end. Accept that now & ull save urself a lot of hurt later.

The only sense of consistency in life is change.
Whether you change for the better or worse determines the life you will lead hereafter.
So tell me, is this relationship changing for the better or worse?
The balls in your court.

You're a mesmeric serenade