How do you know when love is gone?
How do you know it's through?
How do you know what to talk about?
How do you know what to do?
Do the feelings just disappear,
or slowly slip away?
Will they leave me in a year?
A month? A week? A day?
How do you know when love passes on?
How do you know to let go?
How do you know when to shrug it off?
or when to let tears flow?
Do you let the feelings stay
bottled up inside?
Or do you let him know
he hurt you when he lied?
How you know when to push him away?
Or let him in your heart?
How do you know to stay close?
Or when you to should part?
Can you really tell him
the feelings that are there?
Or do you push them aside
and pretend that you don't care?
Maybe now you've read this,
you'll know that I'm confused.
I didn't mean to mess things up,
but I felt that I was used.
Like a rain drop off the delicate petal of a rose
her tear falls on his dry lips
and they hold each other tight.
Sadness tears them apart.
So much love,
yet no way it can blossom.
With pleading eyes I look at you,
with a broken heart I cry,
you can't leave,
I love you so,
and if you go I'll die.
With shaking hands I touch you,
with a parched throat I ask why,
after all we've been through,
you cannot stay,
is it really our final good-bye?
With trembling knees I approach you,
with a whispered voice I lie,
if that's how you feel,
it's fine by me,
and I walk away with a sigh.
Love, soft and gentle,
painful and cruel.
It lifts you
high, high, higher;
then drops you.
Falling.
Into love,
or out?
Speed.
Rushing in.
Falling hard.
Being impulsive.
It's fun,
exciting, exhilarating.
But howlong can it last?
A day? A week?
Months? Years?
FOREVER?
Everything I do
is not for my parents, teachers
friends,
it's for you.
And everything I give,
although not always directed
at you,
it's all for you.
Why?
In hopes that one day
I'll get something back.
Platonic relationships.
Do they ever really happen?
After being in someone's arems,
can you ever be 'just friends'?
If being friends leads back
to being more
is it possible then?
Can the hope of returning
to your arms
be enough to keep me from them?
Do you understand
why I cry?
Do you understand
why I block my feelings?
Do you understand
why I love to hurt?
Do you understand
why I worry all the time?
Do you understand
that I love you?
Do you understand
that I can't stop?
Do you understand
that I need you?
Do you understand
that I know you don't feel the same?
Do you understand?
Do I?
How long do we wait?
How long do I love you?
How long do you not return that love?
How long do I cry?
How long do you try to comfort me?
How long does it take
'til we realize
there is no time left?
Just once more, my love,
hold me.
Just once more, my love,
kiss me.
Just once more, my love,
caress me.
Just once more, my love,
need me.
For I need you, my love;
to hold me,
kiss me,
caress me,
to want me.
You said:
"Be yourself,
but just be my friend."
I said:
"Be yourself,
but be my everything."
With two simple statements
we send ourselves
down a road with no exit;
a dead end.
Valentine's day is a happy day
if you're part of a 2.
But a sad day
if you're a 1.
Shall I, in another's arms,
feel as I did in his?
Shall thekiss of another
excite my soul as his did?
Shall syllables spoken by another
ever caress my ears like his?
Shall the hand of another
fit so perfectly in mine as his?
Shall the thought of another
swell my heart as the fleeting memory of
him does?
Shall I ever love another completely
when he is forever the owner of my heart?
Why today
will the memory of your kiss not leave me?
Why does it
stay around to torment me?
Why is it
the image of us sealed in passion
remains before my eyes,
causing my body to tremble
in exciting remembrance
and painful longing?
Why is it
you invade my dreams,
making my nights as restless
as my days are empty?
Why is it
you kissed me at all?
A star
twinkles alone in the midnight
blue sky.
But look again and
it is not alone.
For there are
millions of stars to
keep it company.
You are not here.
I am alone.
black rain flows onto my heart
an eternity swims by
and still you are not here.