I wish.
I was creative, talented, artistic.
I wish, when I saw a picture in my mind, I could draw or paint it.
So that maybe some day I could capture what words can’t.
But instead, I have to paint with words,
The pain and the regret.
The trials and errors.
The wrongs and rights.
How I want to burn the world,
So that maybe they might see,
All that ( Read more... )

This letter that I’m writing,
Is one you’ll never get.
For I stand forever vigilant,
Well aware of the passing of time.
I may not be much of a saint,
Nor nothing like a savior.
But one thing is true above all the rest,
I am yours.

Originally published at x0pheRx //:: One more time. You can comment here or there.

Flipping through livejournal.. myspace.. whatego.. facebook.. email.. repeat. I finally realized one thing throughout all the profiles and entries and everything ( Read more... )