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Shaken.
Torn.
Beaten.
Brused.
Words of such been
overused.

He sits there staring at an angel.
No emotions.
Just still frame.
He sits there speaking to it.
Yet it cant
hear a thing.

The angel sheds a tear of hate.
Self hate
that he can't see.
She doesn't know he's watching
waiting,
ever so carefully.

He doesn't know what to do
He panics.
Broken glass.

The picture on the floor.
Scattered.
The pain
seemed so small.
Slowly built up inside him.
Tears fall.

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I dont wanna stop writing.........somethings hurting inside me right now......its sumthing i havnt felt before.....something.....which i havnt felt in 2 months......a strange mix....of fear and passion......and Caring

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Je Vous Aimerai Toujours


If I was there,
would you care?

If I told you I messed up
and wanted to start over.
Would you let me say anything
or give me the cold shoulder?

If I told you I was wrong
for ever leaving you behind.
Would you just kick me away
or let you into my mind?

If I told you I have changed,
and i wasn't the douche I was.
Would you believe me even if
I never say the word "love"?

If I told you I wanted nothing more
than to be your friend.
Would hate me even more
or finally make amends?

If I was there,
would you care?

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This may be the dumbest thing...and the person this is for might not care for me anymore.....but the title says it all....and i dont care.....