My life has to be some sort of joke or prank. o.o
My mother is in the hospital AGAIN. Dad is back in ohio AGAIN. I don't have a job AGAIN. Thank god for friends. =/


Love.Is.A.War+I.Hope.You.Win.I find myself crashing through the door of insanity, my mind seems to be a blur, and on my cheeks? Are tears of blistering pain.Love.Is.A.War+I.Hope.You.Win.
I can't seem to find the source of my pain, to what corridor has love contaminated me?
Can't possibly bring me to my knees? As to make me this weak, that I've fall face down into oblivion?
No, no, no. Love doesn't do this to a person, no it can't, that's just insanity isn't it?
At what point does a women open her eyes and realize this isn't the existence she wanted.
To the point does she have her mind lingering over whether to walk away or throw hersel


Smile SweetI've never know a smile so sweet as the one you wear. You seem to melt my defenses and leave me with my hand empty in defeat. How is it that a man has such an effect?Smile Sweet
To make your bones weak? Something that's spent a life-time forming gone with just one sweet smile?
I often wonder if your a dream, maybe a lie pulled over my eyes. As the story goes, the boy had wool pulled over his eyes. Have you placed you wool across my windows? Kept me from seeing the man behind that smile?
It is you who keeps me up at night, with that timid laugh of yours. How can it be that somethi


Tragedy's RomanceStars have lost their crown, heaven's glow has faded from the morrow of dauntless night.Tragedy's Romance
The eve of eruption has sounded with the breaking of innocent glass. Shattered truth lay upon bare floors embraced by the harlot's bitter resolve..
Remembrance is that!. . A truth bound to the depths of mourning and regretful sorrow.--It is not the night blanketed with ivory that has devoured our minds down the path of insanity, instead it is the corruption within each unsated romantic left to far behind. The cuts of resolve tattered to the point of desperation.


Autumns FallChills as cold as autumn's fury, the fall of crumpled leafs like so much of my sanity.Autumns Fall
Like the winter's snow, my heart has lost all it's warmth and become frigid.
Become weary with worry, lost without a path. Merely floating along ice drawn streets.
Where does one's heart go, when doubt arises?
Do they merely give up and lose all hope in every promise?
Do they break the heart in two, no matter the consquences, shattering this "Love" they speak of?
Where does the love go? To what corrider of your heart has love burrowed within?
Ice chills. . . the
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