awakenedphilosopher:

I’m just a lost soul
swimming in a fish bowl
filled with tears and
childish fears
would you join me?

would you take that plunge
into the darkness expunged
from a soul since torn to shreds
would you adore me?

would you remind 
my lungs to breathe
restore the strength
back to my knees
and when I stand once more
would you love me?

or would you spurn me in this hell
these dark, watered depths in which I dwell
when my torment breaks and swells
could you love me?

If I could walk on sandy beaches with the sand between my toes,
would you hold my hand in yours and smile everywhere we go?

awakenedphilosopher:

I’m just a lost soul
swimming in a fish bowl
filled with tears and
childish fears
would you join me?

would you take that plunge
into the darkness expunged
from a soul since torn to shreds
would you adore me?

would you remind 
my lungs to breathe
restore the strength
back to my knees
and when I stand once more
would you love me?

or would you spurn me in this hell
these dark, watered depths in which I dwell
when my torment breaks and swells
could you love me?

If I could walk on sandy beaches with the sand between my toes,
would you hold my hand in yours and smile everywhere we go?

awakenedphilosopher:

I’ve been lost in the pages
writing out our love story
from shattered memories.

A puzzle board of emotions
meticulously pieced, one
by one together until, at last,
it resembled something
like a heart. 

And with that picture in mind
I wrote…

I filled hour upon hour
page upon page
day upon day
with just that tale

it was all I had left
for your love had set sail
and left me with nothing
but this lonely, broken man’s tale…

abstraire:

by Gediminas Pranckevicius

:) happiness

awakenedphilosopher:

I’m all fucked up
I’m damaged goods
a writer without a pen

a blank page dreaming
of the book it could be
perhaps a love story
with a happy end 

but my ink’s run out
just like the tears you cried
the night you went away

leaving me here
with just a sad, lonely tale
to tell for the rest of my days

but someday, maybe, I hope and dream
that my tale will yet move on
to brighter pastures and happy times;

the love story I wanted all along