havenprowler

Ever since I first met her, all I could think about was how pretty she is. I have always wanted to get to know her, to understand her desires and goals, her fears and nightmares. I wanted to be the one that held her in his arms when she cried and share a smile with her when everything was right with the world. We’ve known each other for a while now, as I’ve gotten to know her. There have been times that I’ve wondered just what is it that goes through that brain of hers, but over all, I can’t help but love her. There’s just something about her, her smile and her love for life. It makes me want to be by her side, t

I lie here on the bed, staring off at nothing. The minutes I spend like this quickly turn into hours. The music in the background repeats itself, but I barely notice the notes playing or the words the woman is singing. My eyes are glazed over from the lack of focus the brain behind them has. The synapses within are firing, but there is a lack of cohesion between the ideas sent along one after the other. The words you had said resound in my mind as I replay every scene we were together in. The memories come and go quickly as I try to understand where things had gone wrong. I try to understand what it was I did to kill your love for me. We us

Isolated, Longing, Only to be with you. Vehemently opposed to this Excruciating pain of separation. Your smile fills my mind, Open and lovely, Uniting us, if only in thought.

The day after Raine, The light was very wane. The very life of the world seemed dark, As the dusk takes the lake after the leaving of the lark. All that had been bright has lost its sweet glimmer, Just as her green dress has lost its shimmer. The day after Raine, Life is now in vain. The very essence of existence has fled, Leaving all as soulless as lead. Hoping to see her one time more, Just leaves me festering like a sore. The day after Raine, Is full of so much pain. The child that was in her womb, That never was able to bloom. The ring that has lost its mate, Just alone, full of hate. The day after Raine, Nothing is the