Listening to: slipknot
this is something i wrote, its for nobody, i just wrote it, read it and tell me wht u think:
Hello, now you’ve opened this paper, can’t you feel it burnt yet? I leave this sheet pierced but a pen; it’s for you, for them, for the poet, for the one depressed, but mostly for you. When the clouds close for the gray to come, when the rain dries, when the river cries, I find there the beautiful mistake of life, cause my body is empty, my side is lonely, I prefer the rain. Read this little piece of paper, listen to the words. I wonder then, when did you come? Time has vanished, that moment is lost, but your embrace caught me so good. And I want to define, but I can’t works as a dictionary, still I guess there’s a new universe in you, flesh and bones, lips and eyes, 2 hands fused in a nest of fingers. You came, and I surrendered, you spoke and I shut, and then you stayed; what a marvel! What a curse! What a new path for a foreign destiny! I loved you, even if past tenses aren’t real, and I was clung to your everything, and a new me was born. We shared, I know you liked it; so many memories locked inside my soul, unbreakable, untouchables. I loved you, I truly, madly and deeply did. And now, I ask myself if I did something wrong, I feel u so distant, so far, yet time bounds us, and again we are found together, but you are not really close to me. Farewell, farewell, what a sharp dagger! My days will be night if you are not by, owls sing for me. I discover now that love is madness, and I am to feel pain, to cry or bleed, so come and unsheathe your sword; can’t you see that I’m here to die next to you? Can’t you see me? I wont say goodnight, you won’t part and leave me sorrow; can’t you carry me through thorns and beauty? Read my tears, read my soul, hung on this charred paper. We are a tragedy, my love, yet we are beautiful. 3 last words ready to be burnt by your denial: I love you.
Now I hope you have it all….
your entry is fabulous. very good. :)