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A dark cold black heart always as a story, a story filled of love and lost..it soon leads to a tormented heart. FairyTales use to be real. This was back when I thought of love as something that involved magic. When sunny days didnt hurt my eyes and darkness didnt seem so much like home as it dose now. Dreams use to have a chance of coming true. True love didnt seem so false when you were around. This was before you broke my heart. Before you left me. Back when my heart was beating to the wind and sun then to the darkness and the lonesome moon. I danced and even sung to the clouds then. This was before i sat alone and wondered why, before the world got hazy, dark and crul. I soon stoped beliving because of you. Nothing was real and nothing was the same. My heart that pounded happily in my chest now is beating to a more deeper darker thunderous beat. Its now black and full of lost hope. Thanks to you it feels i have no heart, When infact i have a Tormented Heart. A heart haunted by you and all we once were and wish we could be. |
This was a pretty poem...so was your picture, lol. But seriously now, I like the whole "fairy tales used to be real thing" you put in here, that caught my attention. I don't have a whole lot to say about your write strangely...to me it was pretty cool. I'm sorry you feel this way...I feel like this a lot as well. But I hope things will look up for you! *toxic* | Posted on 2006-05-29 00:00:00 | by Toxic_Rayne | [ Reply to This ] | |