The voice that once lyed within you is now the forgotten memory,it floats around your soul like a lost ghoul.So many things unspoken and unseen.And yet your soul crys for this memory...Why does it cry?.The flagrant and angst memory is but of the past...so why now?The memory trys to make it's way to your heart...But is pushed down by the new memories trying to take over.It trys and trys but always falls.Like a child trying to reach it's parents arms.The memory sits alone next to the soul and crys...it screams and shouts but is never herd.It lives so you can cry...Why does it tourment you so?...What is this memory...This poor and lost memory is not of the past..But of the present.The memory of love...Yes!suddenly it hits your heart like a sharp sword.Tears race down your pale and emotionless cheeks.You open your mouth to say the words that were never spoken,But as you look into their eyes only a smile is shown.A simple tear falls as your body fails to stand again.You wished you could had said it...But only the whisper in your empty body says the words...The words that can't be herd...Until the memory breaks through the others.It races to your heart...But is to late..The heart has stopped and slowly your eyes close...But then!a whisper is herd from your lips...The words were spoken...and their heart was warmed...the tears fell onto your face..but they weren't yours...why does that person cry...Because the words they herd were the words that every human waits their entier life to hear..."I love you.."
We spend our entier lives searching for something that has never even exsisted...so open your eyes to whats infront of you right now... -The girl with many names.
sulockakira · Thu Apr 28, 2005 @ 10:30am · 0 Comments |