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Dying From Love
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
His sweet words touched her heart
Now it is bleeding and torn apart
His gentle touch as he held her hand
Now it is empty as a barren land
His tender kiss across her lips
Ignited something deep within
Now they are parched and dry
Craving moisture that he would provide
He caressed her heart with his love
Now it is screaming from the pain
Dying slowly as she cries in the rain
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Please ... Don't ...
The sun's shining and the sky is clear
and you wish that you weren't here
Anymore, no part of this world, of this life
You're trapped in darkness and the way out
Of it is death, there's no doubt
But the alluring whispers of the sharp knife
When you drive in your car down the road
You dream of your last abode
And your eyes search for a tree to crash into
Every bridge's a chance to jump down
Each river tempts you to drown
In it, you climb high buildings not for the view
How can I make you stay here with me
When you try so hard to flee
From life's pain and the darkness and the sorrow?
Still I'm begging at your feet to stay
Not to
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These Tears Would Come:
These Tears Would Come:
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
Literature
The Hardest Part
I look out of my window,
I see the cars passing by,
Each one trying to reach the speed of sound,
And I see the people with their busy lives
No-one seems to have the patience,
For "hello" or "good-bye",
And I remember something my grandpa said,
At least a million times:
"Slow down...wait your turn...
Watch the world as it moves,
And then, my boy, you will learn..."
And I learned that:
The hardest part of living,
Is growing up, and forgiving,
Learning to deal with the strain...
And the hardest part of life,
Is accepting the pain,
We want to deny
The hardest part of life...
Is the living...
Well, my grandpa died,
Just a mont
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Love is supposed to be beautiful, yet this same love can rip you apart inside.
Making you want to curl up and die.
Making you want to curl up and die.
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I didn't comment on this earlier because I couldn't. I actually still can't to a great extent.
This is truth on a plate with no sugar-coating or fancy decorations. Raw power and emotion. I've felt it. I am sure many, many have.
You know what I went through in Jan with Chris. And then in April with Richard. And then in May with Phillip (and the disaster that nearly caused). You know I identify with this 100% and could probably write my own version.
However, sometimes, even if you struggle to believe, a window gets opened and hope is let out of Pandora's Box. If it can happen to this rotten heart, it can happen to your golden one.
This is truth on a plate with no sugar-coating or fancy decorations. Raw power and emotion. I've felt it. I am sure many, many have.
You know what I went through in Jan with Chris. And then in April with Richard. And then in May with Phillip (and the disaster that nearly caused). You know I identify with this 100% and could probably write my own version.
However, sometimes, even if you struggle to believe, a window gets opened and hope is let out of Pandora's Box. If it can happen to this rotten heart, it can happen to your golden one.