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" These our that I stare
Into a lantern red
I hear that train at night
Give promises of light
Was I loved enough
To believe in us
Silhouettes
Dancing ghosts
As that goes through my mind
Falling far behind
I knew it would end this way
But I chose it anyway
Was I taken up
To your empty G.O.D.
Your haunted voice
Singing ghost
This first winter, I, I can't pretend
That I didn't know what you were
When you walked into my door "
"you should be hated here by now
no one knows
this was the prettiest lie that i told tonight
it's been the prettiest lie that i told all year
the unmade bed inside the room
where i don't feel comfortable at all
where blankets stare at me for hours
and i stare right back so self righteously"
" . . . Love is when I'm lost.. not when I'm found
Love is how it's lost .. not how it's found . . . "
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great colours and mood, I look at it and feel freezing cold, though there is no snow...
loneliness is like fog surrounding you in the night..
you walk along the path of life and suddenly it appears
you don't know where it comes from, where it has the beginning or where it ends...
but you feel this humid, cold air soaking into your body...
you may try to run or hide but it's useless as it's all around...
loneliness soaks your soul through
there is nothing you can do about it...
but
there is someone else who can...
as the sun rises and brings the morning,
it makes the fog vanish leaving a dew on the grass and plants
this look pleases the eye
and the rising sun gently warms your skin...
as your Friend comes to you
he brings joy with his smile and warmth when his arms surrounding you ina hug...
he makes the lonelisness abandon you, leaving only a little trace in your memory
which makes you appreciate his presence even more
if 'loneliness' was a man, than this is her body...
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while listening to this I started to cry...
wondering what so precious he is holding in his hand, that reminds him of his beloved one he has lost....
it's not so often i feel positive
about life in general .
lately i have been listening to
" the smiths " a lot .
I love your photos! ♥
You are very talented!