Try Too Hard . : . Lose It AllI've been thinking
Maybe I have this all wrong
And I believe I have a theory
Perhaps I've been trying too hard for
The people I have lost
Meet a person I like
Think, "Hey, this person is pretty spiffy!"
And later on, after we're friends, you learn
That I love to use the word 'spiffy'
And that it's a good term
Spend time with that person I like
Think, "Man, this is great. I'm so glad to have met this person!"
Express love and the love is returned
Life feels light and airy
High off of happiness
Laugh till we cry
Cry till we laugh
Hug each other countless times
Next minute, we're rolling on the floor
Being childish, immature, and not giving a damn
Keep it up for as long as we want
Days, weeks, months, and even years
Think, "Hey, we'll be best friends forever!"
Say, "Love you!"
Get a "Love you too!" back
But how many times have we said that?
I lost count
Did it really mean anything?
By the looks of it now
Doesn't seem so anymore
I gave you things
. : Best This Way : .A hiss emitted from the soaked frame of a man. In his shoulder he felt slight pressure and a shocking sting bolt through his wound. He gnashed his teeth, squinted his eyes closed and let a low groan slowly roll out. A click of a tongue was heard behind him and an annoyed sigh followed soon after. The body in which the noises came from again pressed down more on the other's shoulder, trying to halt the bleeding. The wounded frame clenched his fists tight and let another hiss out. He wasn't sure if the other was either pressing down to stop the bleeding or to punish him for his irrational act.
His frame was tensed up, built fairly and soaked from the outside's rain. His white shirt, blotched and stained with red, clung to his sculpted torso. His pants were torn in random areas and were ringed in red. Upon his face were large gashes, now numb and covered with gauze. His body was beaten and tattered and he was aching everywhere. Deep within him, under all the pain, a fire still burn
. : Q u e s t i o n i n g : .Arms held tightly around a small frame, carefully and slowly pulling it closer to the firm chest of the holder. The frame, lithe and feminine, wreathed in emotional distraught; trembling from fearful images and wheezing for breath, as if lost in smoke. Salty rivers flowed from her timid, blue eyes. She buries her face into the arms that hold her, biting down on fancy fabric, wailing painful and saddening cries. Her chest aches from the prisoned pain that had been held behind frail ribs for too long. Thick, ebony fluid prickles through her veins, making her aware of the other that lives inside her; reminding her that he too could feel her pain, and was somewhat concerned for her. He remained quiet, though, and silently observed from within.
Her soul flickered dim, floating weakly beside her empty, deserted heart. As her heart beat, her hallow body felt a surge of pain, a reminder of people she once loved, opportunities failed to be taken, souls stolen from innocent beings, and creatures