November 2010
4 posts
Loneliness...
His life is so full of people,
But he feels so alone.
His pain is real, it is alive,
One can see it in his eyes.
He holds on to special moments,
Which, to him, are evidence of love as it is supposed to be.
Evidence of his dreams. Fragments
If he can love,
then he can be loved.
Isn’t that what they teach us all to believe?
Fairytales.
No one mentions the heart ache,
The failed...
"Life ain't always what you think it ought to be"...
I did not believe in this until the “break” happen, I thought that if I try hard and keep believing in “it” that it will turn out good. I always though our story would be like fairy tales, but fairy tales never is true… Now, I’m here, shattered into pieces, feeling cold hearted. I can’t feel the warm from the loving, beating heart but instead, I feel no...
