

Rosebuds and MassacresBlood drips from black petals as I look, in silence, to the past as I have left it. The sweet fragrance, tainted copper darkness, steals my breath and makes my heart ache in sorrow. Too many, lost to this sensless struggle, fight for my remembrance and remorse, thinking to bind me.Rosebuds and Massacres
Can I ever escape my past--ever think in terms of now instead of before? Will I ever be free to live my life--to love without fear of a past returned?
I know that I love this woman, and yet I cannot forget the others I ha


Can Love Be True? They say that, if you love something, you should set it free, but I fear that I am too weak. Do I have the strength to let you go? the courage to face this world alone? I fear I do not. And I know a bird trapped in a cage too long will soon die of melancholy. Is this our fate? to be trapped in a relationship our love longs to break free of? Sometimes it seems that this is true. In a world of dull ice, would a fire burn, knowing the water from the melt would wash it away? In a world of dark winds, would even a single candle give its light, wheCan Love Be True?


My Darkest Dawn As you lay sleeping, I fear the dawn. As you awaken, I slip back into the shadows. As you smile at him, my heart breaks. How can you say you love me when each dawn brings the same vows of love to that man? How can you expect me to only love you by the light of the moon? Your honey-sweet love entices my bitter heart with each bright dusk, yet the darkening dawn always comes to break my heart, crush my hope. With each dawn darker than the last, how can I be the only one cast into this eternal shadow? &nMy Darkest Dawn


Snowing on my Heart Zero degrees and falling, that's how it seems. Zero degrees, and snowing on my heart. The cold of this loneliness is tearing me apart. The ice of your eyes chills me to the bone. Have you no idea? Do you not know? I cannot face this cold much longer. Your love is slowly killing me. My heart is breaking with every look, every touch, every kiss. This love is cold heat, spreading through my veins. Yet I cannot let you go. My first love, too sweet, too bitter. I cannot come in from this cold. I fear I may neverSnowing on my Heart
Thank you so much for your support on I'm a Fake. This photograph is very personal to me, and it took me a lot of effort to submit it. I still can't believe I got so much support from the community for it, and I honestly can't tell you how great it feels. I feel warm, enlighted, happy.
Thank you for this, Thank you so much
Keizie
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