Do you still love me? by MyLoveForYouEternity, literature
Literature
Do you still love me?
Do you still love me?
Could we ever have a fresh start?
Would you still want to be considered mine?
As I already think of you as my only.
I promise I won't hurt you again,
I just want to leave the past behind.
Do you still love me?
Like I still love you?
How much do you truly care?
Can you ever forgive the reckless things I've done?
How much do I mean to you?
You mean more to me then words ever known.
Would we ever start over?
Will you consider to love me again?
for all our titles bearing all our weight by DSteffi, literature
Literature
for all our titles bearing all our weight
The Titanic. The first movie
that made me cry
intentionally,
before coffee substituted homework
as an all-nighter,
and shapes familiarised themselves
with mathematical migraines.
It acquainted me with tragedy,
and made me fall in love
with the idea of it.
But let's zero in on the crying part.
Which hurts more?
An uncontrollable waterfall
tinged with surges of halfway screams
Please, kill me
Take all my blood, make it yours
Have my soul as well
The cemetery waits
My heartbeats have long faded
My life only survives inside of you
Happiness at last
You hurt me.
Torture me.
Torment me.
You don't seem to
Feel anything.
You enjoy it.
You enjoy my
Pain and
Suffering, as
If this is all just
A game to you.
Maybe it is.
But one day
You'll pay.
You won't get away with this.
Since when
Is it alright to cheat
Others from what is
Theirs?
Since when
Is it alright to steal
And destroy something
That is not
Yours?
Since when
Did you start believing
You could lie and
Steal and
Cheat me
Again?
Since when
Did you start thinking
That I was as vulnerable
As I was when I
First met you?
You don't get to
Hurt me again.
Ever.
My love wasn't enough
Yet it was too much.
What am I to do
My love is pointless
Without your loving touch
It pushed you further
Than my arms
Could stretch
Our jokes
Your smile and eyes
And all your other charms
Such beauty
Used only as torture
Completely unobtainable
But still in my sights
These feelings are collapsing
Into the burning ring
In which they'll stay
Only to sing
Out for you
Burning away slow
Wishing you loved me so
Loved me as much as
I loved you.
Chorus:
You hold my heart
In an empty hand
Oblivious to what you have
Carelessly dropping it
In the mud and sand
Making it harder on me
To look at you and see
Just why I
Keep picking
Joining Hands in Pain by cwaynefurlough, literature
Literature
Joining Hands in Pain
Walked alone for
Oh so long
I've looked
For at least
One person
To help me feel
Like I belong.
But everyone around
Only makes me feel
Like I'm
Some type of beast.
Ugly inside and out
And all this hate
Is taking away my will
To carry on this road.
But I look at you
And see the same.
Join me in this journey,
Hand in hand.
Feel my pain
As I feel yours
We'll wash it all away,
Every crumb of hate
And all the violence
That'll stain.
Paint our faces
With a smile
For all of the unpleasantries,
Breathing around us,
Surrounding us,
To suffocate on
As if our happiness
Was truly vile.
An hour by hour, a day by day, a week by week,
Insanity’s my company, misery‘s my guide,
Involuntary losing the might, joining the weak,
It left me asking: Will I be able to fight…
…again?
The sorrow of emptiness which I brought,
Settled down in our hearts, I’m so sorry about that.
The lessons of Heaven and Hell through the pain I was taught.
Never good enough, never too bad…
…never again.
I gave you the false hope, the sun wouldn’t rise.
I gave you the false time, when it was already over.
Our last full moon’s night… sorry I wasn’t so nice.
No longer would your light make my