True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper.

Thomas Carlyle 1795-1881, Scottish Philosopher, Author.
Unknown "~Killa Kayla~" Loving - 16 years, 7 months, 11 days ago

Alone

Lost in a sea of darkness,crying out for a
hand to hold,he said forever but his words;
to bold.The sorrow that fell upon me
Dieing from the pain; not noticing his
face ;troubling yet vane.Wishing i could
hold him, just touch him one last time;
to feel his face once again close to mine.
Weakness hits my body,food nor water could
kill the ache;sitting alone,
rembering all of my mistakes.
Its all over, yet the darkness does not
fade,the pain still so strong;
The love that we had made.
Burning in my memory, the thought of
yesterday the words he said to me slowly
run astray.There will never again be an "us"
there will never again be a "we"
he left me crying coldy:
sitting alone for all to see.

kayla<3
Unknown "~Killa Kayla~" Loving - 16 years, 7 months, 11 days ago