Pained-Heart

why would she choose him over me? he beats her blames her for his mistakes. why him over me? he screams yells and throws breaks things over me she chooses him? she says "enough" he says "I'll change" buys her a ring he lies she knows so why... choose him over me?

I do not love her because she is beautiful, but to me she is beautiful because I love her. when she is near I can feel my heart beat, when she is far I wish she were near. do i love her? yes, always does she love me? I don't know...

i am sorry but i have nothing nothing to give to you for your birthday i have no money to buy you a gift i have nothing to make for you all i can offer you is a piece of my heart...

i'm sorry mom i've got nothing to give you for mothers day i've no money to buy you something no materials to make something all i can give you is the love i have for you, mom...

i'm walking though, through these woods of old, i've been travleing for days through these trees, sleeping on the mudded ground, tripping over the fallen branches and the raised roots. days of this, this torment i've been forced to endure. as i'm travling through what seems like the eldest part of the wood i stopped by a sound, a sound of water...dripping. i follow the sound until i see a ring of stones rising from the groound, and in the center was a pool of water, it was apparently came from a spring behined the rocks, i could see the watter drip from between them. i was about to go down and get a drink when i saw a girl, she was bathing i

as i stand here waiting for you thinking of you, i stand here waiting for you waiting to ask you my question, as i look up i see you with him holding his hand you pass me by without a glance, i feel cold as my heart sinks in my chest, i wish i were dead i never even asked i wish i were dreaming i want to wake but i already am, why him, why not me? i've been wanting to be with you but i was always to scared to ask but now i'm to late and it hurts i wish i were him or you were with me as before i'll be here still waiting...

   as i walk through these trees, i search, to find the one i've lost. i continue walking for days, sometimes without stopping, only on the paths the animals make. a whisp of wind came by me, it caries a stench with it, one i knew well, i stopped, for a wind to carry this far in these woods, whith these tall and mighty trees is highly unlikely...unless some one brought it with them.    i draw out my scythe and step off the path, i hear footsteps, form above in the trees and some on the earth. i quickly leap into the trees to avoid the ones on the ground, whispers come from all around me, i take one quick slash with my scythe around me and in

as i sit here at this table of etched glass i wait, for you i sit staring into my tea thinking... i hear the door open i look up to see it's not you, i feel my heart sink in my chest i sit here for you my friend so close yet far even if you never come i'll still be here waiting for you.