dreams & daisies

I'm just a girl. These are my dreams and daisies.

"The meaning of life is to give life a meaning."

I want to hold your hand.

I’ll dream while I can 

I’ll dream while I can 

It is better to have lived and died than to have never lived at all.

The sting

December
Another year of broken dreams
Another round of broken hearts
Another round to make it go away
Another day, another day
Pass by
Smile and wave
The thought that someone admired me
Someone who I would admire to
Yet another broken heart
Another tear to fall
Another dream left.

Empty halls
Sit alone
Someone loves you
Someone does
I swear
Someone loves you
Remember last December
The year of misery
Insanity
Hopelessness
Have I really moved on
The broken pieces still alive
My heart has yet not been revived

Kiss me
And hurry
Because the minutes are fading
The hours dropping like rain washing away down the cold wet street
The seconds we could have used
To love
Are now wasted
Wasted
Wasted.
What do i do
What was that
You telling me to come
Was it to hurt me
Punch me and leave me Alone to bleed
Or was it the stinging heart reacting with mine
Once upon a time
It’s not real
It’s not real
No one loves you
No one does
You don’t even love yourself
So how can others
Love you
How can they look at you
Without eyes of disgust
Why doesnt anyone care
Why
Why
Why
Why
Stand and laugh as I fade away
Stand and laugh.
As the tears fall
All because of you
Yes all because of you
Does it hurt
It hurts like hell
I know that someone loves me
I know
I know
I do
It hurts like hell
So leave me to die
Falling without hope
Fall until I hit the cement
A glimmer of sadness
A show of pain
Proof of my broken bones
You hear the echo
You feel the sting
My shadow falters
My heart stops
The moment of thought
That you could’ve stopped this
You could’ve done something
The light dances on my golden hair
Asleep
To be forever isolated,
Forever asleep in earth’s arms.

Holding on to the memory
Grasp it as it slips away
Blowing away in the wind
Just as the wind once blew her hair.

What is love?

We waste our lives looking for it.
The emotion,
The touch,
The taste,
The feel.
Maybe it’s just an illusion.
The difference between what’s real and what’s not.

But how do we know if it’s real?
At one point when we fly, we will fall.

Me. Thanks to GAIL <3

Me. Thanks to GAIL <3