Beauty may present itself in front of you
In the most unique of forms,
But you are the only one who
Can truly recognize it
Even during storms♥

the award for 'best sense'
goes to Touch.
let me prove it to you:
I can survive without
/seeing
/hearing
/smelling
/tasting
and though I'd love to see your eyes spark with passion
and though I'd love to hear your happiness when you succeed
and though I'd love to smell your aftershave in the morning
and though I'd love to taste your kisses created for me
I would rather cut off my tongue or gouge out an eye,
than live a day on this earth with no hands of yours in mine.

Some people think
So much about dying
They forget in their lives
They are living

Some people live
So much for their lives
They forget, in time,
They’re going to die.

Some people end the lives of others,
Symbolically or literally
Some, the former initially,
And the latter not much after.

Some people decide to end the lives
Of their flesh, blood, the essence of themselves...
Some say that is the only sin
An all-loving God could never forgive.

Some die before they live.
Some half-way through existence
Most live before they die
But some die to live again, they try

Some die as children, untouched by shame or corruption
Some die with children, hearts swollen with the love their lives taught them
Some pass in their sleep, life with only regrets
Or not a trace of them at all

I suppose I cannot say.
But,
Answer this, if I may ask
When the time comes,

In your place to bask,
When you are about to die
Can you be sure that, once,
You had truly been alive?

I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT YOU
BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T
BROKEN MY HEART YET
AND THE ONLY INK I USE
IS MY OWN BLOOD

He was my coat during winter
he was the breeze during summer
he was my distraction during school.
Those day dreams made me look like a fool.

He was the rush of *******
he was the soothing warmth of ******
he was as prideful as the effects of ****
and he was as exciting as ecstasy.

Very soon I became addicted
dependant.
My bones would shrink at his absence
I was losing my mind
I missed him everyday
I would always find excuses to get hold of him
oh, the blues soon after his goodbyes
my world was so dry.

But one fine day
I decided to quit
quit the guilt
quit the pain
quit the emptiness
but he keeps coming to me
only a while after,
I relapsed.

I couldn't resist
those soft pleasant lips
touching my ice cold neck
and slowly progressing onto my cheeks
then getting a firm grip of my lips,
he rejuvenated me
I felt alive
his body against mine
his hands on my hips
his passion
I felt safe.

His hands imprinted on every pore of my skin
I was a slave to his high
he was the best drug in town
but he was a drug.
A drug which had so much potential to ruin every bit of me
before it's too late,
I had to leave
I was aware of the pain,
the tears
which I had to undergo
After all that,
I still very much think about him
every day
every minute
I crave him
I hope I hear from him
at the same time I hope he disappears into oblivion.

"He's not good for you"
say my friends
It's just too hard to believe the truth
I've used my wrong state of mind
as a path to talk to him
then just pretend it was all a big mistake.
Tonight, he is the only thing I can think about
everything revolves around him
I love him.

If
Death
waits
For
Me
He can take a number...