Sometimes you must do it yourself.


I ForgetTo forget you must remember.I Forget
I remember our first date and so I shall forget. I remember our first kiss and so I shall forget. I remember how we cuddled. Your smell. Your smile. Your name. I shall forget.
I remember how you left me and so I shall forget. I remember the pain and the tears and so I shall forget. I remember the loneliness. The longing. The suffering. I shall forget.
To forget you must remember.
I remember you and now I will forget.


Am I Too Late?Do you ever wish you could start over again? Get a second chance To not be forgottenAm I Too Late?
Do you ever realise the mistakes you've made? How wrong you can be To lose someone special
Do you ever wish the pain wasn't one-sided? The pleasure was shared Your heart wasn't broken
Have you ever hoped it's not too late? You are still wanted Not a faded memory
Do you mind that I wrote you these words? Shared my thoughts And asked, is it too late?


If Only I CouldIf only I could make a wish I'd wish that I could be strong Strong enough to burn your pictures Strong enough to destroy your letters Strong enough to cherish my memory of you rather than to question itIf Only I Could
If only I could live this dream This dream in which I'm happy This dream where I don't need to forget you Where I don't need to long for you Where I don't need to miss you In this dream, I'm free to kiss you
If only I could go back I'd erase all the things you said from my memory I'd numb my feelings I'd have run before that first kiss I'd h


superglueuseful invention created for a broken heart for putting it together part by part it's been 2 years and still i am here carefully putting it together amidst the blood, sweat and tear wenever i come close to fixing my broken heart you choose the right moment to tear it apart i have a hundred years' supplysuperglue
of super sticky glue something that i need whenever the subject is you what hurts the most what breaks it day by day you didn't even know you broke my heart the day you walked away


wonderi don't wonder why the sky is blue i don't wonder why God made me and you i don't wonder why the earth is sphere i don't wonder why you're there and i'm here i don't wonder why everything is a lie i don't wonder why people die i don't wonder why there's atlantis i don't wonder why i feel like this but there's one thing i want to know and i don't have even a tiny clue i just wonder how it feels, to be loved by youwonder


Eyes OpenFrom time to time your eyes can focus and you see things clearer Sometimes you see the truth about the one's you wish to hold nearer For me it took a while for me to really see That love isn't written in destiny for you and meEyes Open
So maybe I'm better off not to see the truth at all So that I don't end up feeling insignificant and small Maybe fantasy is better than reality in the end I know we won't ever be together but maybe it's better to pretend
I know you tell me lies just to keep me happy But slowly your lying is making me unhappy Your lies are sweet and softly spoken &
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~www.ever-falling.net
~we HUMANS
are like A|N|G|E|L|S
with ONE
W|I|N|G
only when
E|M|B|R|A|C|E|D|
can we
F|L|Y|
T O G E T H E R~
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you say hello , inside i'm screaming i love you.
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Saving myself before I save the planet
[Check out my gallery for some poetry. I like to repay the favour of fave's etc. too]
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Is currently on an effortless mission to concentrate, bottle/box, and sell his own personal sexy neon smoke screen in either Kool-Aid or J-E-L-L-O form.
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Cinderalla's on Strike....so kiss my arse and clean your own mess BeArch's....
Greatly appreciated
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"What have I become, my sweetest friend,
Everyone I know, goes away in the end,
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt,
I will let you down, I will make you hurt"
I think you should scrap the job hunt...hell, why not the house hunt too - and spend your time taking pics, just to please me
When my ankle's better, I should really get out and look for inspiration. I'm not really sure what I want to capture yet. Haven't really thought. Was in a poetry mood yesterday - but that's passed now :s
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"What have I become, my sweetest friend,
Everyone I know, goes away in the end,
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt,
I will let you down, I will make you hurt"
I hope my future photographs please your eyes & mind.
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Hearing I ask from the holy races
From Heimdall's sons, both high and low
Thou wilt, Valfather, that well I relate
Old tales I remember of men long ago.
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