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If I... If I were to tell you the truthIf I... by ~evarie
would you still love me?
Or would you push me aside
like yesterdays news?
Would you hold on to the chance that love,
were possibly the only truth told,
or would it matter at that point?
Could you forgive me?
I couldn't live with myself if you didn't.
The hurt in your voice, the tears...
I want to make them go away,
But how?
Could you believe me,
Ever again.
Could you ever trust?
Could you ever love?
Could we survive this mess?
My head is swimming at the thought
I don't want to lose you
I don't want to cry
I don't want to give up
I will hold on as long as I can
I will not drown in this sea
RUN Stride by strideRUN by ~evarie
Wide open spaces
Pacing your breath
With each step
The freedom to go
Which ever direction I choose
There is no win or lose
When I am
Competing against only myself
Striving to better my time
Getting lost
In the solitude
As a mulititude of thoughts
Dance across my mind
Approaching my
Personal finish line
I pick up pace
Knowing I am about
To win my personal race
As I cross it
Pride in ever stride
I am ready
To take on the world
Proud of what I have done
Accomplished
I found a winner in me
With every step I run
Dissapear If I disappeared, would anyone notice?Dissapear by ~evarie
If I just curled up in a ball and let the
leaves of my life cover me, encircle me.
If I floated away on the wind...endless...wind
Would it matter to anyone?
Would I be missed? Am I really loved.
Maybe only by something from above.
If I disappeared would anyone give a damn?
If I just stay here in pain...its all that I am
Would everyone watch me wither turn to dust?
Its not wether I live or die...its how much
I want it. Either way, its become a must.
Would anyone notice if I disappeared?
I dont think so...thats my only fear.
Helpless Everyone seems so down,Helpless by ~evarie
While I sit here wanting
Nothing more than to turn things around.
How could I be so selfish, wanting things to end.
When everyone is crying,
I wish I could hold my friends.
I want to tell them I sympathise,
apologise, and empathise with them.
I want to hold them ever so close
Till all hurt, pain and saddness is gone.
I feel it my duty, I feel it my job.
I wish I could do more.
Than sit and stare at the screen,
Crying on my sleeve.
I wish they could see what I see
I wish they could see the real me.
I wish they could just see
There's more to life than hurt.
There's more to life than empty.
That
Sta.sh
