sofie
I know it's hurting you
But it's killing me.
She looked up upon his face and breathed a kiss.
"I'll be back," She whispered, but he did not hear her silent promise.
life
Constrict your hands around me
Squeeze till I cannot breathe.
So much to see tonight, so why’d you close your eyes?
Why can’t I shut mine?
I can't... kill me now.
loved
I'd do anything for a smile
Holding you till our time is done.
"I love you." They both said, and yet both go unheard, unable to pass through the barriers of life and death.
If only I could reach you...
death
Nothing will last in this life.
Break all your promises. Tear down this steadfast wall.
Save me, I’m trapped in a vile world
Where the ending’s all the same as every other
We’re only here to die.
I didn't even say goodbye, but I'll be here waiting.
colin
I wish I could be the one
The one who won't care at all.
Ever since the day you left my fate’s been set unknown
How many years to walk this path alone?
"She's gone," He thought. "And I'm all alone."
How can this be? How can this? He struggled for an answer, but all he could think of was her beautiful smile, lost in the depths of his mind.
Dead Heart To Hold Tuesday, September 11, 2012 @ 11:20 AM
For Vanessa, the girl who loved me when I was a depressed kid, a distrusting teen and now a worn-out maniac. Thank you for staying by me and believing in me all these years. You are one of the bestest (if there is even such a word, yes, I know, no, grammar nazi) best friend I could ever have. Happy birthday.
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The man got up. Reeking of alcohol, he staggered across the room, his withered hands reaching for the door.
I wish I could do something. And yet, my eyes were still transfixed on him.
I wish I could do something for him.
His ashen face was one I barely knew now. His eyes, deeply sunken in his face, speaks of a hollowness I couldn't recognize. Those blue eyes sparkled with a brilliance I could gaze at for hours, but now, they were clouded with sorrow too thick to dissolve. His pale skin and dishevelled hair were of a body that cried out for a mortal liberation of pain to me. He had so much life in him before. Gone were the days.
The man hesitated before the door. A look of sentimental longing crossed his eyes as he turned back, staring through me, his gaze lingering on my face. I wanted so badly to hold him.
He glanced at the portrait a moment too long. Crashing onto the floor, he turned away, his sobs echoing down the silent hallway.
If only I could help him.
A single flame of a candle glowed before the portrait, which read R.I.P. Sofia.
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