thornasneedles

and as the years go by, our hearts will grow - and our passion will run deep. not a second will go by without you on my mind I swear my heart is yours. it is yours, my dear. do with it what you will. and my love for you - so pure. nothing to break what we have. you will go down in memories. and never be forgotten. this is what life is. this is what love is. .. I will always love you. with everything in my heart.

and those long cold nights, spent with you on my mind. contemplating smiles, mending broken hearts. only what our sweet love desires. to real to be true, to beautiful to be mine. and if I told you the truth, that everything I say is real. and this is how I feel, would you hold me tonight? fall asleep with you in my arms, this only seems right. let this happiness last, don't want to lose you now. keep your hand in mine, your lips with me. I'll never forget you, you're to perfect to be real.

growing warm, as hearts beat faster. temptation rises, and the young ones suffice. blinded by hope, scratched out eyes. red blood heart, beats faster this time. heart did stop, the first time i saw you. love is true, and love is real. there is no lies. words cannot describe, thoughts in the head. actions can show, what i truly feel. i feel for you, i feel the love. i feel the pain, well worth it all. one night with you. lying so deep in my arms. never let go. of this all...

the capside is rising, falling out of worries. emotions are spilled and, blood is lost. dark slade, cutting through. pressure builds, cut my wrists. seem to break, can't take it alone. take my heart, save yourself. i was dead but a while ago. deadly carcus, filled with disease. pitch black heart. stab me one more time.

As another night comes to an end. You come to see the tears fall from one eye. And trickle down your cheek. The thoughts of death and suicide cross. Not once or twice, but every second. The scattering ideas and thoughts continue. The temptation to end it all seems bigger. Nothing can stop you now. It all seems worth it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just to leave it all, and escape the pain. It's that simple. Click, click, boom. And it's solved.

"Suffering." The constant battle with life and death. The strong live, and the weak die. The ones with the broken heart, and loneliness lining the walls of their skin. Like a burning doll, with no head, soul or spirit. I cry to you, but walk alone. My heart has been ripped out and stomped on to many times. Everyone deceives, everyone lies. Where are the good people? I see none, because I have no one. ...Everybody left me. If I may ask, What was it that I did wrong? Wearing my heart on my sleeve, Just so you can break it? But it's okay, Because you're not the first, Nor will you be the last. So vulnerable, so young..so hurt

To live a life of lies. A life of deceit and lost trust. To starve for attention, And constantly fight to find yourself. To feel so tempted to submerge the many pills. To end it all. But what if someone cared. And you never came to know. You lived your entire life alone. With no hope of finding anyone. But.. Somebody cared. Why wouldn't you tell me? Do you want me to die like the rest. I already am dead. No soul, no heart, nothing. I walk through life dead, alone and hurt. To take the knife that sits in my drawer. Swallow the 200 pills that haunt me everyday. Suicide is such an easy solution. I cannot believe it's come to t

And this pain will never end Like the feel of your kiss on my lips. I am brought to my knees. Only to plea for one last thing To experience love and all things that come with it Of such a beautiful nature And such a beautiful life You bring bright lights to my darkened life I will no longer experience pain. Or that what you call heart break. For I now know, I do love thee.

A decision, such as this. To decide between two hearts. Both with their faults and strong points. Both who have hurt you before, Only to keep you coming back for more. Only when a new light enters into your life. Your twisted and fucked up world, Where nothing and nobody matters, Except for her. So is this what you call life? Is this what you call living? To wake up every morning, Feeling even more dead then before. To scratch out your eyes, So you won't have to look at her face. To rupture your ear drums, So you won't have to listen to that pretty voice. To want to die, To want to escape, To want to leave all, To.. wan