Once more I sit here in paranoia, wondering and worrying about my dear beloved bf.
Seems like years, eternity since I've talked to him last. I'm so up set and miserable
with out hearing his voice. And with each day in passing I seem to grow more and
more weary of any hope to hear him tell me he loves me. I grow tired of waking up
and him not being were my dreams have told me he was. I'm tired of dreaming of
him lieing next to me, and waking up to and empty spot. I'm tired of feeling a fake
embrace as I wake to a total disappointment. I dream of him being here. Me being
safe in his arms. But wake to tears and anger. I ponder if this is the end. If his cold
silences is a horrid good bye. I ponder that perhaps he has found one girl that might
be better. Perhaps I'm worrying for no reason at all. But right now the worries seem
to be endless. Although it's only been a month, it seems like for ever. I have no one
here. Witch I suppose is why I'm always at this retched computer. But with out him
I'm nothing, and I have no one. I just wish he would come back to me.
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Standing in the cold water, moon bluring my vistion.
I hold a handful of wet sand.
I ponder on the reason i fail to grasp this simole beauty
with a tighter grip.
The sweetly blackned sky looks down apon me.
Brightly lit golden moon smiles at me.
The wind rushes by to wisper in my ear and gently hug
my pail face.
I slowly close my eyes and listen to the soothing sounds
of the horrid world around me.
All so much pain and anger in this world.
And yet this place here, it's so peaceful.
The sounds of this world are like a hard core music.
Loud rithemed and deeply worded.
It seems to be the only sound.
No the only music i can fall asleep to.
And it plays over and over through out my day.
It's the only song i will never grow tirde of.
It's funny to think i'm the singer of this song.
The singer with a sweet voice.
The one that sooths the ones i care for.
I love the music.
The one called life.
I hold a handful of wet sand.
I ponder on the reason i fail to grasp this simole beauty
with a tighter grip.
The sweetly blackned sky looks down apon me.
Brightly lit golden moon smiles at me.
The wind rushes by to wisper in my ear and gently hug
my pail face.
I slowly close my eyes and listen to the soothing sounds
of the horrid world around me.
All so much pain and anger in this world.
And yet this place here, it's so peaceful.
The sounds of this world are like a hard core music.
Loud rithemed and deeply worded.
It seems to be the only sound.
No the only music i can fall asleep to.
And it plays over and over through out my day.
It's the only song i will never grow tirde of.
It's funny to think i'm the singer of this song.
The singer with a sweet voice.
The one that sooths the ones i care for.
I love the music.
The one called life.
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