| Spiders Work Quicker Than Humans. |
| Surviving the Sorrow The pain runs through me, as water flows through a broken flask. I do not know the reason, for my sadness oranger and yet it appears, after laying dormit, for such a short time. I thought at first, it was his absence but now I am not sure, for he has returned and my sorrow continues to grow. Some say this is normal, yet others do not. They look at my life and say it is perfect. Why does life throw this at me? How do I cope? How do I know, what the correct answer is? How do I survive, when all I want to do, is be free from this? |
| How Will We Know? Brown hair or blond? Blue eyes or grey? Maybe green? Chances of brown? How will I know him, when I see him? My one true love... the other halk of my soul, the one to fulfull my every need in life. Have I already met him or is he far into the future? How will he know me, this man of mine? A look? A glance? A spark visible to all? Will it be love at first sight or silently grown over time? How will we know? |
| The Night Broken By Silence Somewhere in the darkness, I hear a scream. A scream of dispair, of lost love, of lonliness and I pity the one who makes it. Suddenly, fearfully, I realize... no it cannot be, but it is true... I am the one. It is my scream. My lonliness, my dispair, my pain. All pity is gone now, only solitude and fear and confusion remain. How did I get like this? How did I fall so far from the happy times? How do I stop this silent screaming, ringing in my ears? |
| His Love I feel his hand, I hear his voice. His love amazes and frightens me, for I fear it will leave me. How can he love me so truly, when he knows so much about me? Shouldn't he run, shouldn't he hide? But he stays, loving and nurturing, my heart and soul. Keeping me alive in times of dispair, saving my mind when insanity sets in. He can never know the depth, of my love and gratitiude, even though I show him everyday. No words or actions could properly represent this, for it runs as deep as his. Yet, I will try to tell him, to show him, how I match his love. |
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