There is something truly wrong with me. I wish I didn’t exist. I wasnt meant to….
I miss you.
This road would be wonderful if we walked down it together.
Life is full woes and throes; written and enclosed in blood red prose. Words echoing the moans and groans, of those who evil has made foes.
I hate how my mind works sometimes.
I’d embrace you if only you’d allow it, Moon.
SIncerely, The Sun.
What am I to you?
What do I mean in your heart?
Am I just paint and glue?
A novelty of bark?
Do you even hold me near?
Are you tired of my words?
Do you consider me dear?
Or do you leave me to the birds?
Will you dream of me tonight?
Are you thinking of me right now?
Do you still get excited by my sight?
What feelings for me does your heart allow?
Are my kisses dead and cold?
Do my embraces still keep you warm?
Would you take my hand to hold?
Is our love no longer a storm?
You are my love.
You mean the world to me.
A gift bestowed from above.
The stars have fated us to be.
You’re a vision of beauty and a symbol of the throes and joys of being alive.
