darendil

What you did to me. What you did to me, I'll never forget. You showed me a world I never knew and made me embrace it. You made me realise that to find myself I need to look for myself in others. You taught me that trust is not a weakness and to depend on someone else can be a strenght. You gave me dreams of a future with a constant. And that constant was you. In the beginning I never thought you and I could be because we were so different, but I have been shown that the truth is love does not depend on shared favourite movies. It does not require you to like the same music to have your heart pounding out of your chest when you kiss. Love doe

Remaining locked Reveal nothing too close to the truth Show no pain, keep your chin held high. Won't be known, won't be shown. Keep the hurt inside, Hold it 'till it dies. Screaming inside, smiling outside. Nobody comforts because nobody knows, nobody is allowed to see. Chain it down to your covered heart, let it pull at the chain. Drown it in what you can, leave it screaming. Remain locked, let the content break, but not the lock.

I'm confused I consider myself a fortunate person. I have a good life. I have people who care about me. I have... decent health. I have the time and money to do something I love, Something I need. I have people who I know love me. Really, I have more than most people. Not a majority of my species can claim to have these things I do. I am a fortunate man. If I believed in a higher power, I would give praise for these gifts. But, despite all this, I often feel alone. Alone because I don't have something few do. Something many of use desire. I don't have someone to share myself with, in that most intimate way. I don't have someon

I'm not afraid to take the chance. I'm not afraid that it may all go to hell I'm not afraid I might end up just as alone, as I began. You're worth each risk Each hurt and every night spent wishing you near me. It's been years since I felt like this So childishly in love, with a nervous smile and a pounding heart whenever I'm near you. But... I am afraid that you'll say no I am afraid that I'll never get to wake up with you in my arms I am, so very, very afraid, to lay my heart out, and see you walk away from it. But you're worth it.

Hope, it's a funny thing. No matter how many times we're thrown down Hope still rises, like a phoenix. But in difference to a mighty phoenix Hope is frail, hope is vulnerable. It does not rise from the ashes, Strong and confident. It rises, shaking. Wishing it won't be cast down as soon as it takes flight. And every time it rises, It does so a little weaker. And those who it inhabits Expect less and less. Once you've lost your wings many a time enough You don't expect to keep them. Hope, it's a funny thing indeed. It can make us stronger. But damn my soul, it can also be the end of a man.

Oh if I but could, then I would turn back time. But regret is in vain, and your love is not mine. And now I don't know what to do, My heart longs only for you. Yet it was I who threw us away When I should've made you stay I've no right to ask you to come back, You've another man in your sack. But I crave you still so bad, Every time I see you I swear I go mad. Ah, my dear, you've got me rhiming like a generic pop singer, because I still feel your touch on my skin linger. I know I'd do best to move on, But my feelings have not gone. They are stonger than ever, even though we may be a "never".

Regret is eating away at me. If I had but one more chance, I would give to you my heart. Yet I am sure we both know, that such a gift is beyond what I deserve. I had you in my arms, loving, caring. Still I threw it away, not appreciating what I had. Not knowing, the pain regret would cause. Wondering, will I learn my lesson? Will someone like you come along once more? Will someone like you make me feel, what I feel for you? Oh how I wish I did not need another one! If I only had but one more chance, one more day, one single moment more. One final attempt to win back your heart. Just one last, undeserved chance, to take away

Joy, why do we fear you so? Are we truly that frightened by our own vulnerability? How come we chose to protect that which we believe to be our pride, rather than take a leap towards that which might fill our hearts with joy? Why, when you present yourself to us, do we see only that which might go wrong, when we could relish in the hope of all that could go so wonderfully right? How am I alive when I force my heart to feel naught, for the sake of not feeling pain? How am I alive when I do not let my heart feel pain, as big a part of life as joy, for the sake of feeling just that, Joy. Happiness. Friendship. Love. Why fear the lo

The taste of forbidden fruit I hunger for it so. Fueled by greed and lust, What I have can never please me. Endlessly craving more, A curse leading to an unpleased downfall, Or a gift bestowed upon me to reach new heights. Can I have what I want when that which I want, is what I cannot ultimately have? But no, I must be a fool. In search of pure satisfaction I have settled for mediocricy. Impatience has lead to doubt And only as I shatter these illusions of selfpitty Will I reach for what I desire Obstacles cannot hinder one who does not see them as such. For in understanding lies the solution. Disapointments may take their to

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