The radio flooded my room with its waves of bittersweet love songs.
Blanket clutched tight for warmth, I slept.
Eyes tracing over old paintings on the wall, I dreamt.
In my cocoon of warmth, I wept.
In my solace I found peace.
I woke to the smell of fresh eggs in the air.
Shuffling out of my bed, I smiled
I am the Director and we are the Actors
I stage a scene, so elegant, so bold, so heart wrenching.
The script in my head, the words on my mouth.
As I enter stage right
The hollow theater cheers on my advance.
I focus my poise, my lines, my stance.
The words from my script imprinted in my conscious
I breath in, the words, the actions, all on the slip of my tongue.
Then you enter stage left.
And everything collapse
"It's christmas." She said.
I didn't notice.
"We need to talk." She begged.
I didn't hear.
"I don't think I like you anymore." she huffed.
I didn't respond.
"I hate you." She screamed.
I said. "Merry Christmas."
She didn't even notice.
The moon, she murmured in his arms, symbolizes love
It strengthens and blossoms, but eventually fades away.
He swept her into his warm arms, and stared into her eyes and said,
But my dear, even the moon itself shall be swayed at the sight of our love.
It would stop time itself, and stop its rampaging oer the skies,
Then with you in my arms we shall bask in the light of the moon forever,
And here we shall stay in the arms of each other.
Under the moon, our moon, our guardian angel.
The everlasting symbol of our eternal love.
I missed the days when I exalted you above the world
I missed the days when I changed for you
I missed the days when I did no wrong
I missed the days when I made you laugh
I missed the days when I never had a doubt
I missed the days when I had no regret
I missed the days when we had a bond
I missed the days when we werent annoyed
I missed the days when we were without a care
I missed the days when we made each other feel better
I missed the days when we couldnt stand being apart
I missed the days when you did no wrong
I missed the days when you tried
I missed the days when you did not cry
I missed the days when you l
The radio flooded my room with its waves of bittersweet love songs.
Blanket clutched tight for warmth, I slept.
Eyes tracing over old paintings on the wall, I dreamt.
In my cocoon of warmth, I wept.
In my solace I found peace.
I woke to the smell of fresh eggs in the air.
Shuffling out of my bed, I smiled
I am the Director and we are the Actors
I stage a scene, so elegant, so bold, so heart wrenching.
The script in my head, the words on my mouth.
As I enter stage right
The hollow theater cheers on my advance.
I focus my poise, my lines, my stance.
The words from my script imprinted in my conscious
I breath in, the words, the actions, all on the slip of my tongue.
Then you enter stage left.
And everything collapse
"It's christmas." She said.
I didn't notice.
"We need to talk." She begged.
I didn't hear.
"I don't think I like you anymore." she huffed.
I didn't respond.
"I hate you." She screamed.
I said. "Merry Christmas."
She didn't even notice.
The moon, she murmured in his arms, symbolizes love
It strengthens and blossoms, but eventually fades away.
He swept her into his warm arms, and stared into her eyes and said,
But my dear, even the moon itself shall be swayed at the sight of our love.
It would stop time itself, and stop its rampaging oer the skies,
Then with you in my arms we shall bask in the light of the moon forever,
And here we shall stay in the arms of each other.
Under the moon, our moon, our guardian angel.
The everlasting symbol of our eternal love.
I missed the days when I exalted you above the world
I missed the days when I changed for you
I missed the days when I did no wrong
I missed the days when I made you laugh
I missed the days when I never had a doubt
I missed the days when I had no regret
I missed the days when we had a bond
I missed the days when we werent annoyed
I missed the days when we were without a care
I missed the days when we made each other feel better
I missed the days when we couldnt stand being apart
I missed the days when you did no wrong
I missed the days when you tried
I missed the days when you did not cry
I missed the days when you l
Current Residence: Hong Kong Favourite genre of music: Folk Favourite style of art: Photographs Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch Favourite cartoon character: Death the Kidd
Well I'm not typically emo...
it's just ugh sometimes there's just way too much stuff to deal with in this world.
So um yeah... I started this DA to just start writing creative pieces, since I've just had this sudden urge to start writing again.
Yeah.... but I've been so fricking busy and emotionally roller-coastered that I've been only writing down sad stuff down... so yeah I'll try to change that sometime