Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless

Pemberley Winter · 9 de Octubre de 2010

Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless

And now I think, that all we lived was real.
The tear means something,
I want your love, and I want you back.

Even if I wink, this image won't dissapear.
You are not going to sit next to me.
My cage is dark, crowed with your shadows.

Your being is what I'm still trying to look for.
We decided it was for the best, and you couldn't care less.
But it only works for you, because I'm still here with my stupid love.

Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless.
Now it is, the end. I will go. You'll never hear about me again.
I guess...

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

lluviadeabril · 9 de Octubre de 2010

Pem,

I read you poem and wrote another. I'll leave it here and hope it makes some sense.

The mind plays a few tricks

for here and there I look and

find just what I am.

I am a breath,

whose point I know no more,

but hopelessness shall mend

the rotten ways and spoiled similes

of love misunderstood.

The end, I am,

I am but times remains.

I am the strength, a kiss

Ill never give to you

for kisses kill

and death has tired,

of my ring.

Ill live and leave

taking the very things that

matter most to me.

Now you and I should share an imaginary drink --

Cheers my friend!

Pemberley Winter · 9 de Octubre de 2010

Aprillllll
Ohh my god, that was amazing.....you know I'm kinda conseidering that drink hhhaahah. You are very right in everything you said. And that's the way I am. Thank you so so so much for always being here!!!!. hugs for you.
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Pointless, Hopeless, Breathless

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