i will stand by you no matter what, even if it hurts me
i will always be on the sidelines, for as long as it takes
until i can call you mine again
until then, i will wake up everyday, with you as my first thought
and go to bed with you as my last thought
ive made up my mind, i wont search for another, cause there really isnt anyone quite like you, or anyone even close.
unless you tell me right in my face, that you dont ever want me, ill continue to harbour strong feelings for you. youre the one, closest to real love, ive ever been.
when you do tell me that, then only will i start searching. i dont care if it pains me now, talking to you normally already eases the pain tremendously. (Y) (Y) (Y) (Y) that's all i need to get me by.
all the others before this, it wasnt love. it was lust. but with you, it's different. i am abosultely sure that it isnt lust. it was true love. i was this close but we couldnt carry through.
just because you are going to walk away, doesnt mean im walking away too. i will ALWAYS be waiting. i've waited for so long just to hear that you like me too, you holding my hand for the first time was the most i could ask for. you dont know how much it meant to me. it made every other intimate act i ever had with my previous ones so miniscule and microscopic. every man's greatest love wish/desire thingy, is to hold the girl of his dreams, to feel the special feeling no other can provide, a feeling so exclusive that he'd do anything to make sure he doesnt lose that feeling. that's just one of the 1000 denominations that define love, to me. oh the things i would do just to have that feeling again. i just teared, would have wept but justin is beside me
i just want you to know that, if you were with me, jealousy would be the least of our problems. cause no1. love is not jealous. no2, i know for certain that if we were together, i am the only one who can place your hand in mine and at that instant, feel as though im on top of the world. (Y) x one million. so there's no reason, absolutely none as to why i should feel jealous. of course i will feel jealous to some extent but i can get over it.
i feel much better everytime i type down all these things. cause i know that somehow you'll be able to read this. i feel much more relieved.. (Y)
you move on without me, cause there is no more we when relationships / whatever we had are over. only you and i. ill be waiting at the point where we first started. re-living the glory days just so that i can put on a smile and face the world.
i only said that we should move on to cover up for my stupidness when i asked you for a second chance. i didnt mean it when i said that we should move on. but i mean it when i say now, that im not moving on. you can if you want to. or we could just sit down and solve this. or not..
im ready, whenever you are, to discuss anything and everything
i promise all ill do is listen, i wont say anything unless you ask me to.
you dont have to fear that i might say something wrong out of impulse or anything, ill just shut up and listen. if i open my mouth, i dont deserve your trust ever again. cause i'd be breaking an important promise
you should be expecting a post, whenever i find everything too overwhelming, if you find that reading my posts isnt doing you good, then dont read. i just need to let everything out, and pretend that youve seen them. the only major lies ive ever told were lies to myself. and also to my grandma and some friends when they ask me how are you, and i say fine. ha.
Underoath
The downtown fiction
Stereo skyline
i Rival
The friday night boys
The right coast
Ivory line
Asteria
Pensive
Time tells all
The chase
Tonight is goodbye
Holiday parade
Vanna
Can you keep a secret
Fight fair
School boy humour
We are the ocean
You me at six
Closure in moscow
A kidnap in colour
Mae
The record kid
Funeral For A Friend
Hawthorne heights
Matchbook romance
All time low
Chasing victory
Cry of the afflicted
Secondhand serenade
Settings
Haste the day
As i lay dying
Matchbook romance
The human abstract
Rookie of the year
Artist vs poet
Drive like carson
Shorelines end
Honor bright
Paramore
Red car wire
Phone calls from home
This time next year
The july week
Hit the lights
Crashcarburn
Making april
Ellington
Vega under fir
The wedding
A skylit drive
Senses fail
Sky eats airplane
We the kings
Versa emerge
Driver side impact
Rja
Silverstein
There for tomorrow
Our last night
Fireflight
Divided by friday
October nites
The boy and his machine
The maine
Ice nine kills
Cinematic sunrise
Cute is what we aim for
Van atta high
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