LonelyShooting stars.Wishing upon them, praying.Come back to me.Watch them shatter, watch them fall.Falling back into the darkness from where they came.Never ceasing.Shining on.If only they knew the lonelinessBut no, they have each other
hallucinations and dreamsHow do I call you without losing the romance and mystery?What ritual or dance is done to the moon to bring me your kisses?The death of a being of such beauty is a spectacle that seems to me as sad as wonderful... I feel compelled to stop it.Every night, when I retire quietly of your dreams, but not before leaving a black rose on your pillow, along with a note "Goodbye beautiful girl. You already have a place in my heart. "For a moment, a feeling consumes me the idea of staying here by your side until I'm lifeless...But then I think about the consequences of letting me die: my soul would rest, yes; but my body would miss you, and that pain could not bear a lifetime.One sometimes die slow, and miss everything that has not happened yet, living in a fantasy, a fast and bright longing to that person who has not even turned around to see us ...These are seemingly endless minutes, minutes where only exists pain and torture.The pain becomes a pang.The rumors are floating in the mist.
The FeelingLove is the feelingOf being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,A feeling as heavy and crushingAs earth thrown into a grave,And it could paveThe way to happinessOr lead us into Hell.Love is that feelingWhen nothing matters but then it doesIn high definitionAnd in your head is an endless repetitionOf every moment you’ve everSpent together.Love is that feelingWhen someone else is your oxygen;You need them to survive,And every time you touch,Even in your dreams,Is the only time you feel alive.Love is that feelingWhere everything is beautifulBecause your eyes have been stolenBy an angelBut everything is as secureAs it is fragile.Love is that feelingWhen you know it’s all overBut you can’t bring yourself to hateThem because you want them to be happy,Even if their happinessIsn’t you.
A touch of loveYour cold touchMakes me shiverBut the love it holdsKeeps me alive
Crocodile X reader: You're the only one for me.You were some what bummed that you didn't get the partner you wanted while the game played on. You even stayed behind to see if your secret crush even put in an item to play the game...but alas, he did not play. Whom was your secret crush? Well, that should be quite obvious...it was Crocodile!You didn't know what it was, whether it was his hook, the scar across his face, the cigar or his muscular body...but mmmmm! Damn! He was a nice piece of work! But...you'd never say such thoughts out loud, hell you'd probably walk up to him and say 'I like sand too.." and then walk off hurriedly so that the biggest reaction you would probably get out of the former warlord would be a raised eye brow.But seriously, he could have played and gotten seven minutes alone with any of the pretty ladies on that ship several years ago...but why didn't he? Well.. now was the time to ask him yourself. For there he was; sitting at a café, along with his blade-blade fruit partner. They were reading a newsp
Golden Field of SadnessGolden Field of Sadness 1/25/14There she stands in a golden field of wheat,hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon.She embraces the rain the slides down her cheeksand falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow.It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin.Her eyes are wild and crazed.Pain wrecks her body in wave afterwretched wave. This world has broken her.She wishes to drown in this saturated air.She screams into the night as a cloudcovers the glowing face of the moon.Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life.I feel the fullness of her light.I watch her from a distance longing to easeher anguish but unsure as to how.Oh, that dress looks so nice on her.Does she even see me?Could I ever comfort her?Make her forget the past?She drops to her knees and poundsthe soaked ground. And her tearsblend in with the rain and my heart melts.I have to try to end her fearsand shelter her from the bitter years.To end her pain becomes my aim
November SkyThis is where we come to get lostWhere the horizon meets with suddenThe ease of orange marmalade and honeyBut passion strikes us in its reflectionCascading desire for the unattainableBurning blistering in our hands as weCatch stars like fallen embers which aroseFrom fires burning to challenge the coldIn nights bewitching the tempest of twilightThough silently soothing like cinnamon in fall
Just GoShip out.Go.Leave me alone.Bitter memories.You never once heard my cry.Nor did you feel my tears as they fell.So go.Ship out.Gather your thingsAnd head out into the horizon.I wont try to stop youThis time.