Well, this is the hopeless romantics tread after all, so I fit right in. I need no reminding of my pityfull situation, I've been rolling in anguish long enough. Thanks for your eventually kind words anyhow, and I do believe that will I meet the right one soon, all I need to do is open my eyes for new hope, and I'm beginning to see the light...
Originally posted by Fëanor
then you my friend sad to say: are in love with a thought and a shadow, a dream as thin and revealing as gossamer worn on a midwinter's night...you've thrown the die and cast the lot - you are not only hopeless but helpless as wellmay a day come when your dreams become true and love abundant...
agreed.
Sucks to "Be friends" but, then, that is why men are men and boys are boys. Men can do this. Boys don't.
"SMALL TWO OF PIECES" ~ Kishinda Kakera; "SMALL TWO OF PIECES" ~ The Fragment that Creaked ~
Run through the cold of the night
As passion burns in your heart
Ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
Like a proud wolf alone in the dark
With eyes that watch the world
And my name like a shadow
On the face of the moon
(*)
Broken mirror, a million shades of light
The old echo fades away
But just you and I
Can find the answer
And then, we can run to the end of the world
We can run to the end of the world
Cold fire clenched to my heart
In the blue of knight
Torn by this pain, I paint your name in sound
And the girl of the dawn with eyes of blue, and angel wings
The songs of the season are her only crown
* repeat
We met in the mist of morning
And parted deep in the night
Broken sword and shield, and tears that never fall
But run through the heart
Washed away by the darkest water
The world is peaceful and still
* repeat
Originally posted by Pandemoniacwould that i could, but i can't:
Life is quite hilarious, if you could be free to look at it as a bystander...
You seem a bit uncertain and lost yourself, care to share your feelings?
to do so would be....unbearable at best and unenduring at worst
and time will not heal this wound nor diminish the memory of a dream as fragile as morning mist....what i keep i keep to myself and guard it so that not even all the might and power of heaven can pry my hands apart....
this i will forever take to my dying days
Originally posted by DreamingWarriorlet no man say you are less of a man to shed tears for love unrequited....
Christ i am tearing up again....
let no man say you are less than they for availing us your hearts desire though without content....
for as men....we too can feel
if you prick us, do we not bleed?
Originally posted by Fëanor
let no man say you are less of a man to shed tears for love unrequited....let no man say you are less than they for availing us your hearts desire though without content....
for as men....we too can feel
if you prick us, do we not bleed?
Indeed. Heck, Christ cried, and that was for folks who were Nailing, as in big pointy ow, to a cross...
Besides, hold it in and you actually do physical damage to your heart. Proven by science, ca. National Geographic 1995 or so.