If I could….
Losing you as the worst thing that could have ever happened to me… The day you left you took most of my heart with you… I don’t want my heart back I just want you back… If only I could have you…..
Lonely in a crowded room
My life has changed and not for the better… I think I’m letting go of you little by little… I guess I just relies that I don’t deserve to be treated as if I don’t matter…
What if?…..
What if I was to tell you how I really feel??? Most likely we would argue and accomplish nothing so I will just keep it all to myself…
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Dawn Marie
you told me that i would never be alone… you told me that you would love me forever, you told me that you would always be my mister right….truth be told… i have never felt so alone in my life… i have never felt so hated in my life… and its all felt by you mister wrong…..
Born in 1982, Tom French grew up in Newcastle Upon Tyne, North East England. His works are predominantly figurative, carefully combining detailed photorealism with strong elements of abstraction and surrealism. The young artist focus on the reflection of the conscious and subconscious mind. French’s work often treads the fine line between the beautiful and unsettling, combining technically tight, classical charcoal drawings with carefree, loose and ostensibly unfinished abstract forms. By fusing the technical with lively abstraction French brings life and movement to his compositions. His work seamlessly merges the use of academic tradition with contemporary urban realism. Discover more intriguing illustrations on his blog.
I cried when she broke your heart. I didn’t cried when you broke mine.
(Source: blogsecret)
in hiding
i have lost touch with myself… holding on to memories that i don’t want to remember but holding on to the ones that I’m terrified to lose… keeping silent afraid i will say something that will cause me to suffer more pain and sorrow…looking for a promise that has been broking over and over again, making promises that i know i will never keep just to be satisfied that i hurt you even if its not as much as you have hurt me…. longing for serenity that only leaves me feeling the jagged coldness of your heart… screaming but not making a sound.. I’m lost in hiding and still waiting.. waiting for what I’m just not sure… my body is numb from your touch.. my eyes are blinded by your hate my ears deafened my the screams of your whispers… my heart lies there bleeding and the pain is never ending and yet i still yearn for you touch, your kiss, and your love..
