CemetaryThey lay still.Unmoving.Deceased.Gone.Dead.They are in peace.Quiet nothingness.I wonder what they feel.Are they in peace?Are they in agony?Are they sad?Do they cry?Can they laugh?Sorrow in the familyof those inthatcemetary.
RyanI love his paleblue eyes,they are opendoors to his soul.I love his straightblack hair,dark as night, andsoft as silk.I love his stronghonest voice,a comforting sound whenIm scared.I love his softgentle touch,that wipes awaymy tears.I love his cutegoofy smile,it sends tingly's throughmy stomach.I love his loudobnoxious laugh,it makes everythinga little happier.These are a few things I love aboutRyan.
ScarThey remain.They stay.They wont evergo away.They are plantedon my skin.They persist onmy arms,on my legs,in my heart.They are upraisedcontinuous lines.A sewing embroideryin my limb.It's permanent.It's aScar.
MemoriesThings will be leftbehind.Memories,Scars,fatal woundsin myheart.Things will be leftin youtoo.Memories,fear,patience and understanding.It hurts us both.Im sorry.
AddictedEveryone fears,what I cando.Not to others,but tomyself.They try to comfortme.It makes meweaker,more upset,more tearful.Can't do it anymore.It hurts,not only mebut thoseI love.Can't do it,butCant stop.Addicted.
Memories Of The PastWhy?Whenever I hearthat...voice.Memories flash backto me?The Past.The GOODPast.Your voice,and your smile.Along with thepain.Something I hadgotten over in thepast.Why?When I confrontthem now do theypuzzle me?I know for a fact,that you hurt me.But the ache,the voice triggerssomething in me.That shows no matterhow hard I try toprove myself wrong.I still love you.That I still miss you.But those are justmemories of the past.