RoseOfTemptation

Just once, I'd love for you to see me And hold me in yours arms, As friends I am but just a girl, Who you think is just around. Your caring nature, Although a grouchy front, Sometimes just makes me laugh, As well  as your humorless jokes, And random speeches, I find them truly fun. And sometimes when we sit alone, Our surroundings go so quiet. But just sitting there, with you by my side, Words aren't too important.

I yearn true hope, But mourn false trust I conceal all feeling, Yet show too much. To find then lose, To hold and let go, Sharing emotions to those, Who solely give up. We grasp the love, For those we care, The smallest of details, They'll always be their.

Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever made you cry? Have I ever said a single word, That would cause us so much harm? You chose her, and I accept that, but I can't help these thoughts, Can't control my feelings, And even though I said, I would always be supportive, You just can't see the pain, I hide. But this heart ache is nothing in comparison, To seeing your smile, each and every day. I hope she treats you well. I hope she loves you nearly as much as I do.

I watch the stars, with pending dreams, of how much our love, just never seems, I sing a chorus, of a love filled song, and close my eyes, For our time will come.

If I stand here, My arms spread wide, by my side, you see me. If I spread my wings, and fly away, Will you stay by my side? If I soar high, straight to the sky, Will you catch me, When I die?

I know you like her, More than you do me, But feelings are not switches, That can be turned off instantly. I love you, and will not change, No matter how much you kiss her The pain is not going to die. I think about you every day It hurts when you cannot see, I care about you, ignorant fool, I'm just glad you at least see me. I'm used to this, His feelings different from my own And although I am happy to see you smile, I'll dream about you and me ...

She was always so beautiful With short brown hair, and loving embrace, A voice so innocent She'll make you smile, I sit on the bench, Watching you speak, About everything and nothing I hadn't known. We were best friends, You and I, But now we can not even talk. I miss the times, just you and me, Where the good times gone? I'm jealous, I admit But their appearance, I envy how you can talk to her Every secret, every memory, And how you kiss her gently. I feel so stupid Knowing that would not work, I still love you. I still do. But someone got in the way, And now. I know that is not the same.

I always thought I would be the one To hold you tight, and call you mine, As thoughts drift by, one by one I see the reality. We were once best friends, before she came into our lives, But now, I can't talk to you, Now, I'm losing you. If only I said sooner, If only I said,"I love you ..."

I want to be the one, Who is cradled in your arms. I want to be the one, Who speaks into your ear. I want to be the one, You spend the night with. I want to be the one, You think about constantly. I want to be the one, You try to impress. and I want to be the one, You kiss and do not forget.

How could I hate you? When all you did was love me? Why should I avoid you? When all you did was for me? Where would I go? If you were never with me? What would I fight for? When all my strength is gone? The only thing I ever wanted, was to be by your side, And hold you close, listening to the voice that soothed my heart. Why would I want to chase away, The only person I hold dear?

you like it when I'm just a little bit needy. when you can laugh, not cruelly, but bemused by my big-pawed clumsiness trying to get "I love you" to pass through those rosebud lips. I notice.  you know you drive this bus and I, I am fine with that, my Sunday Girl, deities should have their way with mere mortals, you never need say it for me to know it. better you should mean it and express it in the little foot stomping tantrums when I forget my place and forget my prayers than say it with a hollow accent, like humans. I am trapped between adoration and life. I am not your only acolyte, merely the inevitable. even you acknowledge

Time is passing but it hasn't past. The fates are coming but the die is cast. I love you more than I can say, but you will see it in the roles I play in your life and in the world, with the passion of a hero hurled into legends he never thought would call for him, battles fought against wraiths and dragons, sprites and mist, legions set like Cyrano's test, they call me on, they bring my best that I may prove myself, win your heart, though I suspect, I had that from the start. But the lady has a right to set the quest and who am I to deny, my love confessed, that I want her to be to me my paramour, in all degree. William F. D

You never think of the sun in anything except yellow and gold and light and warmth eternal. And yet, one day it shall grow old and cold. The sun mourns in tears of sunspot black and anguish when it knows that the heat and light it sheds has caused harm to any, and it shows such little of this sorrow against a radiant sky that it seems indifferent or unharmed yet it reaches deeper than darkest dreams. William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

What is it that I feel, if anything at all? Numbness sets within my soul, and I wonder how I will ever escape discomfort. I cannot detect the perimeters of my canvas, although it is surely painted in bleak tones. -Brian Shuffett August 18th, 2010

I despise the way I feel when I don't know if these words you speak are real. My breathing, heavy, and so distorted by a reaction of loss. I'm only waiting to die so as to not bear the brunt of existence without hope. -Brian Shuffett August 24th, 2010

Sometimes "I don't feel the spark" is like a knife in the heart. This time those words tore me apart. -Brian Shuffett August 22nd, 2010

Words are futile when I speak in certain silences that set the mind alight in anguish. -Brian Shuffett August 26th, 2010

There was a time when I did not feel so desolate, so far away from life itself. This notion grips and pulls me away from one single moment of joy. I cannot live in this deteriorating landscape, where all has fallen to ash and I await my chance to burn. -Brian Shuffett September 2nd, 2010