Drip. Drip. Drip. And the rain keeps falling.
Tick. Tick. Tick. And the clock keeps ticking.
Blah. Blah. Blah. And the teachers keep talking.
I sit there.
Sit there and wait.
I sit there.
Sit there in pain.
Everything that happened this year.
Nothing could be worse.
I thought i had won.
I was wrong.
Damnit. I was wrong.
Tick. Tick. Tick. And the clocks keep ticking.
This year, WILL be better.
I WILL be happy.
I WILL win.
No doubt.
Drip. Drip- And the rain stops falling.
Blah. Blah- And the teachers stop talking.
Tick. Tick- And the bell rings.

Return

Sorry I haven't been posting for a while. A LONG while actually. But, I'm back, and with a newer perspective.

The Bittersweet Proposal

I'm guessing we are too close to be any closer. I'm guessing that's the reason you shut me out of your life, leaving me alone with nobody else. Maybe things really do happen for a reason, of maybe this was something we both secretly wanted so badly but knew it wouldnt last. The days we never even knew eachother dont seem so bad if i look bad now, but the days we loved eachother in that familiar way, those are the days that bring back the most painful memories. Maybe its because we never talk anymore? Maybe its another reason. I honestly have no idea anymore, all i know is that i once wanted you to be the one i spent the rest of my life with. And i still feel that way. That's why im here pleading for you to accept this apology from me, for whatever i may have done. That's why im here, nervous as ever, curious as ever, and as fragile as ever, asking you from down here on one knee with that tiny little blue box in my hands. That tiny little blue box that every woman deserves to have at some point in their life. But you, more than anyone else, deserve that little diamond ring that rests inside that little blue box of yours. Will you marry me?

Invisible

The day my lover died, I ran away to Heaven to see that lonely light. But from here it was invisible.
The day my lover died, I ran away to Hell, to see that lonely flame. But from here it was invisible.
The day my lover died, I ran away from home, to see that lonely life, now which i live
alone.

The three most explanitory words.

I

Love

You

Love

Love.
Great.
Horrible.
Needed.
Unnecessary.
It's just love.

Crush

His charming looks, as sweet as gold.

That loving smile, as sincere as his passion.

Nothing more than him himself, can overcome this feeling.

Loving him. Wanting him. Missing him.