An insert from the blog I deleted

(Wake me up
With time ticking away
You come to think that I may be the only option
Even though I have never been your ideal

Is it enough for you to wake me up?
For you to finally listen to me?

The stories I've been trying to tell you for so long
My love for your independence
even though it was the down fall of my world

Is it enough for you to shake me in my sleep?
To want to hear my voice before you fall into your dreams?

The life I've been living waiting for you
My time, gone to waste chasing your shadow
even when it kept me from the world around me

Is it enough for you to dig your nails into me screaming?
To need to have my arms around you as you lose your self to sleep?

The way I've dragged myself forward
Grasping for any last trace of you
Endless sleep eventually finding its way into my mind
Following closely behind a sliver bullet

Even though I still love you so,
What will be enough when you finally realize
That I may never wake for you?
Posted by A3elegance at 8:09 PM 0 comments
Realise yourself, but more importianty, your situation
But today I didn't see you, You just wernt there
Because today I couldn't find you, in your own head
You were watching me, I know very well you were
Smiling, waiting, thinking about everything, even me?

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I watch her, silently, sleeping.

The strobe light in my bedroom is sending flashes of light off her olive skin, accenting a new aspect of her beauty with every blinding beam of light. My dark patterned comforter thrown over her and into every curve between her and the matrices as to lock in all heat, heaven forbid she should ever be cold. Almond swirls of hair fallen in her face, her mouth parts slightly like a new born child breathing.

My mind flashes back to a few hours before, images of flesh and breath licking my memories, screaming at me that I finally have what I've always needed. Just as so many times before though, I cannot comprehend how something so perfect could actually exist, much less be mine.
Posted by A3elegance at 8:07 PM 0 comments
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Whispering Lulabies Into My Eyes
I never though I would enjoy dancing with anyone, but you seem to have changed that. Sure, I can't seem to move myself the right way when you take my hands (maybe because I melt) but you still seem to enjoy it all. Being with me you seem happy, but then I think that I hardly ever see you unhappy.

Too young,
and you're too old

Too perfect to be mine for more then a second,
and maybe it wouldn't hurt so badly if I never saw you
(felt you against me)
(had you hold me)

>insert<

I want you to be mine. You want me to be yours...

..... and there you go, again..

>Back Up<

Blow me away into 6 thousand pieces... because it's what you do best.)