.mystic
07-02-2006, 11:13 PM
The oblivious land he dares to stand on,
I tug to grasp and reach the land,
but he stands so tall, so mighty,
He swiftly flicks me into the blood sworn chapel,
Filled with his lovers,
Fake lovers,
but he cannot see that i desire him,
His bellowing voice shrouds the chapel wemon,
And me,
My fury and curruptive anger,
That is inside me,
It begins to boil over tremendously,
Spilling over the edges like boiled water in a pot,
I gave him my love,
Told him,
But does thy care,
Surely not,
He tells me,
that his heart belongs to some fair lady,
Though this is obvisously a lie,
His heart is content with stone,
When I gave him my love,
My desire dinted a part in his heart
leaving him breathless,
Though now the day drift by,
A week it has been,
And yet no sign of him,
I havent spoke with him,
Touched him,
See him,
I begin to wonder it was my fault,
Should i have told him?,
I am of cowardly behaviour,
Maybe my cowardness was right,
But i ignored it,
Told him,
Lost him.
Now i dont just cry myself to sleep,
I laugh,
For i do dearly love to laugh,
At myself,
For being of the nature,
The nature of confidence,
Love,
Cowardness,
And the days go on,
I still dream a dream of him,
Never knowing what could have been,
Would have been,
For I lost him.
True story -- not literally of course ><
I tug to grasp and reach the land,
but he stands so tall, so mighty,
He swiftly flicks me into the blood sworn chapel,
Filled with his lovers,
Fake lovers,
but he cannot see that i desire him,
His bellowing voice shrouds the chapel wemon,
And me,
My fury and curruptive anger,
That is inside me,
It begins to boil over tremendously,
Spilling over the edges like boiled water in a pot,
I gave him my love,
Told him,
But does thy care,
Surely not,
He tells me,
that his heart belongs to some fair lady,
Though this is obvisously a lie,
His heart is content with stone,
When I gave him my love,
My desire dinted a part in his heart
leaving him breathless,
Though now the day drift by,
A week it has been,
And yet no sign of him,
I havent spoke with him,
Touched him,
See him,
I begin to wonder it was my fault,
Should i have told him?,
I am of cowardly behaviour,
Maybe my cowardness was right,
But i ignored it,
Told him,
Lost him.
Now i dont just cry myself to sleep,
I laugh,
For i do dearly love to laugh,
At myself,
For being of the nature,
The nature of confidence,
Love,
Cowardness,
And the days go on,
I still dream a dream of him,
Never knowing what could have been,
Would have been,
For I lost him.
True story -- not literally of course ><