Friday, July 13, 2012
Black and White
I cannot question your love for me
This love is black and white
Of such things I own in vibrancy
I cannot own this sight;
No thought has bound me here to stay, so still all alone
No thought has scarred a love so deep
As the love I call my own;
The fool that I am
Thought you could understand
The pain I feel with you
The fool that I am
Cannot understand
The love I question in truth.
2011
I Vow
I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not and to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home.
-Rachel McAdams
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, November 11, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Similar Sentence
I have you but she has you
In the palm of her hand
And you feel her games like you feel her love
And her lies like her deception;
She is a string you will not cut,
The vein that runs through you
And it seems my love cannot add up to the past she has with you.
I can not persuade a silent ear
To hear my deafened cry
I am fighting a battle that was won before I even arrived.
Falling through the emotions of love and indifference
Hours spent seeking out your youth,
Sentimental me, I require more than maybe,
Sentimental me, I require more than truth.
Never thought you could be the source of my pain.
To be continued
In the palm of her hand
And you feel her games like you feel her love
And her lies like her deception;
She is a string you will not cut,
The vein that runs through you
And it seems my love cannot add up to the past she has with you.
I can not persuade a silent ear
To hear my deafened cry
I am fighting a battle that was won before I even arrived.
Falling through the emotions of love and indifference
Hours spent seeking out your youth,
Sentimental me, I require more than maybe,
Sentimental me, I require more than truth.
Never thought you could be the source of my pain.
To be continued
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Empty
They tell me it feels better to write it but I can't write, I have nothing to say.
I feel things
I see things
but I have nothing to say.
My mind is a blank canvas and my paper a forte.
My heart beats mindlessly as if begging me to speak.
I begin then I end.
I start to remember then I forget.
Is this really the cure for the common heartache?
I could write a million adjectives but none would describe the pain I feel.
*crazy eyes*
I feel things
I see things
but I have nothing to say.
My mind is a blank canvas and my paper a forte.
My heart beats mindlessly as if begging me to speak.
I begin then I end.
I start to remember then I forget.
Is this really the cure for the common heartache?
I could write a million adjectives but none would describe the pain I feel.
*crazy eyes*
Monday, August 1, 2011
Devil's Food Dilemma
It takes a plastic bag to pipe out frosting correctly on mini cupcakes. This I learned the hard way but I don't really make mini cupcakes.
I guess I need new liners.
Bright.shiny.ones.
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