It Kills

Nothing but my loneliness is killing me.
I tried to fight against it, against the love.
I thought it was something over, but it returned.

Flowers bloom, and I'm still standing there,
with my empty cup of coffee in my hand.
Trying to understand, trying to realize.

You haven't dissapeared yet, you haven't blown away.
I still love you, and nothing else.

This power when I see you, this thing when I touch you.
Everytime is a knife, that kills me inside.
Because I know you will never step by.
You will never be free.
Time is not my friend, and I'm losing everything, everything all over again.

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Pemberley Winter
I Know what you are..you're gonna be bad for my bussiness..I can realize that.

 

And that my dear friend... is what i call a sad love story.

One waits with the heart exposed, but sometimes the other one can't correspond the love you give... one dies a little each day when that's the case. Guess i should tell you to move on, but that is not posible when loving, those would only be mere words.

Miss winter, a pleasure to read you.

Hugs and hugs and more hugs for you... to win me a smile of the pretty you.

 

Redwiiiiiiiinng, OMGGGG, I've missed you soo much, where the hell have you been? is like...I hate when you dissapear like that. Thanks for your always wise words, They mean a lot to me.
Please I want to read some stuff from that crazy and dark and twisty heart you've got.
Hugs, Miss Winter.

 

I don't know why those scars are always the most painful ones.
Despite, I think they're the best to leave on paper.
A placer, Lady.
Regards, glory and some stars for your pain.

 

You are right, there's nothing more regarding than put your pain on a paper, is like yu are trying to make it soft. Thank yo so much for passing by and for your stars.
Hugs, Pemb