My Conditions

My demands are accomplished and frustrations are strong I need a help along. I have discussed my value of my heart, and the empty places that's been rapidly ripped apart. In my mind there is paradise of a wish that might come true, there are talents in my hands when I think of you. I am original, and have no boundary. I am practicality exposed of my journey with out you. In my lips I kiss you, so suddenly Your heart committed to my curves, And understood all my nervs. I am completely and madly in love with you, My dissuasions are tough to make, and hard to break. I am aggressive and emotional. I have intense moments that are beyond my control. My mouth is vivid, and my creations are clear I have been sent to earth to find you here. Everything you have provided me with every soaring moment that was stolen has been given back to me. I am certainly one of the professional ones that has lesions to learn. My position is clear, And nearly impossible. My earth is steady, but ineffectual. I am a disappointment, and an issue. I am a magic wound that twisted around you. My torture is open, And boggled with subjects I wish not to talk about. Everything so realistic, and inflating over my debating, of being with you. Our moments of pleasure, and lust and love, were lost in the silance My heart falls, in to the eclipse of water with out a battle. The leaves fell so suddenly off the trees, everything died with out success And that is including me. I couldn't win your heart, or even balance my soul to assure you I would stay. I didn't have the strength to concur your heart or walk past your way. I didn't achieve my investments of your love, All I had was the struggle to survive the healing that wasn't alive. The hassle, the seed, all that I need gone. I will discover my conditions and resume my situations with this bottle of pills And find out from this moment on if I had the strength to forfill these moments of love, hate, and pain. And from these pills I might regain all that I needed to be San. Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 05:26 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10