

My Crimson TearsI love, but am left cold in the sight of something not returned.My Crimson Tears
I give, but am denied by your aloofness and indifference.
My heart freezes from the cold iron that encases yours. I shed tears of crimson, and you bleed liquid ice. You reject, but I persist in my blind faith that you will finally accept You detatch, but I cling in my blind love that you don\'t feel My heart burns from the ice that encompasses you I shed tears of crimson, and you bleed liquid ice There is nothing more that I can do to make you love me Thus I shall leave hurt and confused for it shall always be... Me s


Forever Friend\"Will you be my forever friend?\" asked the little girl to the little boy. \"What is that?\" he asked. She responded \"Will you be my friend as long as the sun shines brilliantly and the earth turns on its axis. Will you be there through my tears and smiles?\" \"Yes.\" agreed the boy, \"of course I will..But will you be my forever friend, as long as the sky is high and the limit, for as the heaven looks down at all and the birds sing beautifully to us each morning? Will you be there through all my trials and tribulations?\" \"Always, my darling forever friend\" promised the little girl. \"So I ask you my forever friend\" tForever Friend


Secret ShadowsI hide in my shadows, the darkness caress my features covered in its dense embrace. Not to hide myself, but my eyes that show emotion better not seen. Feelings that should stay locked deep inside have come boiling over, much like a tea kettle that has sat too long. My character is unbroken, it stays strong though slightly battered by pain. The shadows soothe the cracked soul healing within its protective grasp. Enveloping me like a mother\'s loving arms, to bandage small fears of her child. The words I wish to spill hold captive on my tongue that teeth clench desperately in aid. They will break forth in a tidal wave of concealed emotion, if eSecret Shadows


Kallidoscope of PainImages like broken pieces of a puzzle slip through my concious, not making much sense. Through a whirling kallidoscope of empty memories, mind stays hazy of facts. Truth that was hard to grasp, honesty that was never there. Hurt and misery were the only bedfellows of my wasted time. Weakness and lies strengthened my resolve, I know now what I look for. The looking glass cleared, and it lays within stretched grasp. A grasp wanting to pick up the pieces of what is left to me. Pride remembered, I wipe away the residue of you.Kallidoscope of Pain
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War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things.
John Stuart Mill
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