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Tears are falling
falling like rain
it wasnt supposed
to be this way.
he wanted to go
to have a bit of fun
she let him
it was the end of his run.
the weather was bad
worse than it had ever been
he didnt notice the black ice
on the curve in the street
He wasnt going fast
he was trying to be careful
but the car lost control
he found himself wrapped
around a telephone pole.
the twisted metal
the busted glass
the plans they had
gone in a flash.
the wedding they planned
the future is is gone
like the whispering of lyrics
of their favorite song.
She really loved him
as he did her. but death
ended it all. she shall have
to push forward for their
little girl.
the lonelyness
and pain consumes her.. she wants
to be with him but she has the angel
to consider. she is the love child of them
being together.
She whispers every night before she
goes to bed. I love you darling
he is the last thought that fills her head.
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does anyone hear my heart as it beats,
for the one i love?
does anyone see me tremble,
when i feel his touch, on my skin?
does anyone see the flair of passion
in my eyes when i look at my love?
does anyone see my pulse leap,
when he touches me?
your my life, my love, you have my heart in your hands.
treat it gentle, for a broken heart is hard to repair.
"Quelqu'un at-entendre mon coeur
comme il bat, pour celui que j'aime?
personne ne me voir trembler,
quand je sens son contact, sur ma peau?
Quelqu'un voit-il le flair de la passion
dans mes yeux quand je regarde à mon amour?
Quelqu'un voit-il mon saut d'impulsion, lorsque
il me touche?
votre ma vie, mon amour,
tu as mon cœur entre vos mains.
le traiter douce,
pour un coeur brisé est
difficile à réparer."
I feel as though ive
fallen through the cracks
no one sees me for who i am
who i want to be, for who i was.
No one to hold my hand,
or look in my eyes
or hold me in their arms
in the pouring rain.
No one is what i was born
no one is what i am
and no one is what ill be when i die.
No one to grieve my passing
no one to even care
no one will even remember me.
No tears, no joy, no heartbreak. No Nothing.
so nothing for nothing.. sounds about right
when those that stroll by see my tombstone in the
pale moon light. they dont see the words just the
words. no one special.. never has and never was.
We used to talk for hours on end
we talked more abount just being friends.
we talked about dreamswe talked about plans
but these things just meltedlike water on sand.
we look at life in a different way
we have words that we cant say
we dont have what it takes
we would be making a huge mistake.
we dont talk anymore,
we dont seek each other out.
we avoid each other with each passing day
I listen to you ramble on.
about how so and so is like a song
trying to block out or decipher what
it really means.
can some one really be so self centered
so much like a childwhere only comics and music
is all that they live upon?
