Sweet Symphony of emotion races over you.
All's fair in love and war, and the ending of love is bruising and
punishing. Like they say love is filled with Brilliant highs and
darkend lows, and that's what this post is about.
Love's in the air, swelling and circling me. I can
feel it in every sector of my body. People can tell by just looking at
my face that Im in love. Ooh how we forget those feelings of a fresh
love in bloom. It consumes us wholy, passion is natural and uncoarsed
flooding though us day by day. When Im alone I think of only one thing
and that's when I will see you again? When can I touch your soft skin
and silky hair. My whole being revolves around one sun and that is you.
I cannot wait to talk to you, I have so much to say. Your my
everything, without you I would feel as if I was thrown into space,
surrounded by silence and darkness. You are the air I breathe. Im glad
you feel deeply for me also, when I feel you touch me it's like a spark
to fire, you keep me warm out here....Here with all these animals, all
of them. You are my spirit that shines so brightly outside of my body
that in a word of suffering and darkness I was able to see you. You
complete me. As aweful as it may seem out here aslong as I have you to
think of everythings so bright, it's almost like you've opened my eyes
for the first time to the world around me...
Pain and terror now over come you.
The sweet serenade and waltz that was two now is decreased to one. You
without her. How will you survive? Your at fault or at least it feels
that way. Millions of questions with no answers, now running in your
head. Why did this happen? Didnt she love me? Can I live without her
light? Who's she fucking? This image burns into your eyes without
seeing it. You imagine her wrapped in someone elses arms, caressing his
face, kissing his neck, writhing in passion. What can you do? Was I not
good in bed? Was I not good in bed??? Your sun which warmed the nape of
my neck at mid-day, and shined over everything is gone. Back into
complete darkness I trod. You might as well have taken my eyes because
without you spontanious blindness has taken my vision. We had made
plans of a future so full of hope and love, and now I feel nothing but
pain. A pain so deep I cannot breathe, I cannot speak, I cannot eat.
You gave this to me. I was alive before but surely now I will die.
Without your touch, I cannot sleep. If I could just smell your hair,
and touch your face for five minutes it would be enough to want to
live. How can one person, cause me to loose my senses, all
motor-function, and my reason for living.
Anger is now your color. Youve
found your reason....to hate. Now what was once fond memories is now
ammunition. And your heart that once took so many piercings now is the
gun. Your gun is now full of bullets. You Hate. You seek refuge with
your friends and tell them of the pain. They try to understand, but
heartache is not their color. You out randomly at a bar seek shelter in
a bottle, it fuels you. When things seem steamed down. You see her in a
bar with HIM. You do not speak, oh but how you want to, you want to
tell her how you feel, but your shame at the fact that she's fucking
him and telling him everything you did in bed that was wrong. Your
color is now red. You make eye contact, but that was all it took. Your
eyes brought on all five of her senses at once....Painfully. Thank you
for your love.