The Cause

Even though I whither away I crave what I cant have. I crave my true love. Even though I’m ready to leave I crave the sweetness of the warmth of what I shall never have. My days count down to my final breath, my final glimpse of meaningless. You know my days were lost to the hearth of temptation and my body lost to the cause, a cause which shall never be fulfilled. Even though my hearth cry’s out for a second chance it’s something I shall never precede whit. My days are counted and lost one by one. As my emotions are set free it makes it even harder to become one whit in. as my days are lost to the cause I bleed like no other I suffer only because I know what I want, I know what I need an I cant proceed whit it! A pain much greater then the one who seeks a vengeance I am truly the fallen one.

wishes an dreams

Wishes and dreams become reality. But as we lose what is dear we never become what we seek. We only lose what we desire. “Our dreams and wishes” Are dreams and wishes will die but here in our hearths they will stay. Leaving behind what we had been for is long gone and forgotten. What we wish, what we dream is what we need. My hearth aches, my hearth cries, my hearth wishes. When dreams become reality my whishes will come true. One by one they fall into place and lead a life desired by ones will to wish and to dream.