ConfessionEvery word of every line
and every meaning behind
takes my breathe away
and I don't know why
I gave you my word
gave you my heart
and I can't beleive
that I was the one
who ripped it apart.
as from what I see
and from what I hear
it was not only I
who shed a tear
No night or day has passed
that your not in my head
every word that i've said
The following night
of what had taken place
I dreamed of you
and read the emotions on your face
You were happy and smiling
because I wasn't there
My existence erased from your memory
and no drop of despair
I saw it clear
you better off without me
I only hold you back
from what you could truly be
I cannot fathom
the pain either one may feel
I can only say
Your heart is not mine to steal.
But, even through all of this self-destruction
I can't help but think
that somehow in this battle of confliction
I could somehow ask for another chance
Even as I know of the pain I've wrought
I find it stupid of me to even think this t
Life, Death and RebirthJust as a Phoenix
Life must burn to ashes and endure the most pain it has ever felt in it's lifetime
for it to be reborn from the remains and enjoy a new and joyous life with an open mind.
"Make best of what you receive, and you will live an eternity" - Dreamcraeft
To be free, to want and to feel.
These are the basis in which to experience Life.
To be restricted, to need and to shut away from everything but yourself.
These are the basis in which to experience Death.
To be limitless, to create and to have an open mind.
These are the basis in which to experience Rebirth.
No matter how hard things may seem, you decide whether it may turn out for the better or for the worse.
Life. An open mind is my final answer.
Love"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't want people to know how I feel about things."
"You can tell me. You know you can trust me. Please tell me. I want to help you. How can you say love doesn't exist. What about your mom? A mom always loves her child."
"My mom left me and my dad when I was five for another man." His reply was cold.
"I'm sorry. I....I didn't know. But your dad loves you right?"