[11 Dec 2004|11:55pm] goodbye so simple yet not. this goodbye is getting longer it's cutting deeper it's healing slower she is packing again i wish she was packing to be closer but she is only packing for a more permanent far away goodbye was never meant to last this long goodbye till just the 14th of the month, she said goodbye till a few more weeks, i'm not done here yet goodbye till next year, i'm not ready for hello yet goodbye forever, i'm packing for a more permanent far you get 42 days out of 365 42 hellos 42 goodbyes use them sparingly for you have 323 other days to sit to cry to die. you may only live once a week but that day your living a life worth living till then give me one last cold goodbye my 42 days were cut sort it happened so fast but looking down at my own broken body i knew what i had done i had said goodbye with a blade as my voice it was the last goodbye i would ever have to say relieved night after night at the place of my grave she sat she cried she died i'm sorry she said just come back i'm ready she said for one last..... ....hello 7 sTap At My Chamber Door

"Girl in White" by Evan Stone [30 Oct 2004|11:52am] the cause of death always hidden it's said it was my broken heart - for i only loved once the love was only one way though-the love was only half for she simply smiled at my desperate attempt to win her heart to mine. at my visitation there was only four all wore black but on white dress. the dress of my only love no one cried no one wept no one heard a sober the paster said a few short words and all was done as soon as the casket was opened it was closed again for good i never made it heaven i wasn't sent to hell in stead i woke by the window of a girl wearing white. anger filled my broken spirit i leaped through the air lifted the blade above my head about to revenge my death as i prepared to take the life of the girl wearing white time stood still i heard the sob i saw the tear the tear of sorrow of the life just left the tear of the love the could have been the love that would have saved my life the girl in white changed her dress walked to my grave dressed in black knelt down and kissed my death bed and apologized for a broken heart my spirit now can rest -end- 3 sTap At My Chamber Door

love to love again [28 Oct 2004|09:16pm] knock and he will answer they say wait and she will come but the dark handle of the waiting door has yet to feel the fingers the fingers of the one love, the love to come and the love to be the love to love again no one knows when she left-it happened oh so quick. in the shadows of the flickering flame she dashed and she was gone. oh how i miss her wicked love the love to come the her love to be the love to love again. the presence of the love stabbed me the absence turned the blade the open wound will never heal less the dark handle of the waiting door feels the figures of one love the love to come the love to be the love to love again. as i sit and watch the door-i slowly start to bleed. the life drains out and chased by pain of the love to love again i died in this chair i passed in this room. being the one and only to pass the door with the darkened handle all was me who griped the handel all was me who opened the door no one else came-no one else was to be. no one else brought the wicked love the love to love again ~end~ 3 sTap At My Chamber Door

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