11:50 pm
I FINISHED HARRY POTTER HARHARHAR. YAY! dont laugh at me ok! =(
a letter to a girl.
i never wanted to hear,
that we were the only ones running from,
from the entire scene of emotions,
trampling down the lines of black and white.
so we'll make believe,
that the simplest things we do,
will be alright,
so we could go home.
but i cannot comprehend the surge we are in,
the memory we try to hold so dear,
the past that makes us certainly suicidal,
at least for a moment of time.
but i never wanted to feel,
never to feel those pain you inflicted,
but only you can be of that memory,
afresh we start our new life.
to decisions we make in demise,
for love we see to make our rise,
but we make love through some of our lies,
we are only getting smaller.
feelings cannot be said nor told,
withing each sentence we hold back inr regret,
wait for me, once more, accept,
because we arent the only ones left.
choice causes us to feel like we owe so much more,
the time for fitting draws closer evermore,
by this time, its more than calling,
more than the mere law abiding.
we are aware because we;ve been through it,
and we carry each other,
heavy, intense, passionately inside us,
for fear will backfire like memories once more.
scream, cry aloud,
pangs of sacrifice and destrustion,
frustration uphold its limits,
sucking us into insanity.
share it once more,
take that step once again,
give it a shot love,
we wouldnt make the same mistake again.
take my hand,
take my trust,
take my efforts,
to show i could make a difference.
so we know who we are,
this knowledge proves so useless,
unless we materialise it,
for this we call contempt.
remorse speaks for joy,
worries makes u assured,
impatiences makes u learned,
for that we be better.
we know what to do now,
and this are just words aparts from actions,
so sweetly remembered,
emotions are only so human.
love speaks for love's sake,
death by no matters speaks no end,
for it shall have eternity,
it shows of God's grace.
so what do you say? what would you do?
what would this mean anything to you?
my life, my love and no material wealth,
is all i can humbly give.
so we see who can make that difference. for it was never one sided in the art of loving. but we consider art as human enrichment for spiritual satisfaction. it was only we realise how much it hurts, that we will love again. aint we so sadistic? to those who give up, only gives up on themselves but never on love. so fight for what seems right, to care only shows how much love can bring, but forever, it may seem so impossible.
im ready, are you?
;
breaking free to something new. =)
