If I could even get my heart to touch the tips of your hands, a graze would comfort its throbbing. My limbs go limp, knocking knees and falling down endless paths into the dark away from all I have ever known of you. The more I fall due to your cause, the farther distance grows when reaching you. Will you or would you ever reach out to me? Would your lips ever have chance to stroke onto my cheek like brushes on a canvas? My cheek is that canvas that needs beauty painted upon it, and your lips are the brushes that create masterpieces. I feel so vain when loving in lust.


  1. I really like this. I sort of gave up writing, because I kind of gave up feeling too. But I like the this.

  2. I feel like I should stop feeling, too. I just don't know what to do. I am in college now, and I feel the same threat to my soul that I did two years ago.

    But I missed it here, I missed reading your blog.

    And thank you very much. :)

  3. Meh. Some people just aren't worth your time. And it sucks how sometimes you can't see that soon enough. And it's hard to not let one person ruin your life for some time.

    But most people are awesome. I like most people.

    Also, I don't give good advice.

    And you're welcome.:)


sweet comments.