I am like most
gothic-silly girl
21 I am now
desiring only your radiant light....your light.....your light......your light......you! you!
but destroyed by it, by you.
Why do you not love me?
Is it something I said, something I did?
I cannot give you diamonds,
or that fancy look you always pictured in yer mind about fancy model
but I can give you love until I die.
Sometimes I wish that I would die.
I do not know if these lines are the rantings of a madgirl
or the writings of a poet, -stupid one-
I do not wish to know,
for I hope it is the latter, but know it is the former.
desiring only your radiant light....your light.....your light......your light......you! you!
but destroyed by it, by you.
Why do you not love me?
Is it something I said, something I did?
I cannot give you diamonds,
or that fancy look you always pictured in yer mind about fancy model
but I can give you love until I die.
Sometimes I wish that I would die.
I do not know if these lines are the rantings of a madgirl
or the writings of a poet, -stupid one-
I do not wish to know,
for I hope it is the latter, but know it is the former.
I've loved you since
I first know you...
I've loved you since I first saw you ....
I've loved you since I first saw you ....
**** 3 a.m****
You do not love me. You never did.
Of course, I do not blame you. Why should you?
They say that love is beyond all words huh!!!
I say that love is a double-bladed battle axe
it cuts you down and then turns around
for a second blow to your soul.
Love is as cold as this gun I now hold.
I hold it because I now see
that sometimes love doesn't come to those who need it,
and the ticket to a lonely women's paradise lies sometimes right down the barrel of a gun.
Goodbye, hope and love.
Goodbye, pain and depression.
Goodbye.
PS: keep on smiling,
Candle! :)