Layre-creator

In love with you, I fell,   Fell face first on the ground.     You weren't there to catch me.       You just stood there, not helping, not caring.       A million times I show that I love you,     And yet, you still don't see.   How blind are you? I was embarrassed  enough   When I said "I love you,"     You have already stabbed my heart.       Did you have to twist the knife, too?       It's obvious you don't feel the same,     I tried to open up to you,   I still hope, though. Foolishly. Hope that you realize,   That you need me, too.     Before its too late.       Before my heart heals along this crooked lin

To he who holds my heart, Who is but blind to my love, How can you not see? How can you not feel? My love is nearly tangible, For you, and only you, And you still feel nothing, Not my love, not my heart. Can you not see it in my eyes, Every time I look at you? Every time I touch you? My heart can take this pain no more. And yet, it keeps beating, As if to hope you will finally see. To wish you to hear its steady cadence, Throbbing for you. As if to cause me more pain, You turn to another, How can you feel her love, When you cannot feel mine? How can one person cause so much hurt? So many tears? So much sleepless nights?

     Lethe opened the door to Mer's apartment with one of his many spare keys.  He grinned like a child witha handfull of candy.  As muck as Mer "hated" him, she had--unwillingly--agreed to lit him live with her as he had his own apartment renovted.     "I'm home!" he called.  He moved to the red leather couch, before leaping onto it.     "Sadly," Mer's voice flowed from the kitchen.     "Why do you have to be so mean?  If you hate me, then why are you letting me stay here?"     "She appeared from the kitchen, frowing.  "I let you stay here because, unfortinatly, you live across the hall, you work here in town, and you have no family

     Lethe knocked on the apartment door, grinning.  He heard Mer grumbling to herself as she moved to open the door from the other side.  She opened the door and seeing who it was, slammed the door in his face.  His smile broadened.     "Oh, come on, Mer.  You can't hate me thatmuch as to not let me into your home," he called though the door.     "Oh, yes I can!" Mer yeller back.  "I do not have to let you into my apartment!"     He heard the sharp click of a lock.     "Mer, why do you hate me?" he asked, moving across the hall to his own apartment door, his hand searching the rim of the door for a key.     "You have your own apart

Help me I am trapped Within my dungoens of my sorrow I sulk, pacing my cell forever more I need someone to help me Help me excape these dungoens of Hell. I am trapped Beneath the real world Within the catacombs complex Trapped within my growing fears I am trapped within the firy pits of Hell. Help me I run low of strength and courage My body grows tired Someone, anyone show me the way I need to leave this eternal Hell. I am trapped A small glimmer of hope shines In these deadly pits of Hell Will it illuminate a way Out of this black Hell? Help me I am trapped.  .  .

     He was running.  Down the darkened corridor he ran, fear clutching at him with sharpened claws.  From what he was running, he did not know, he only knew that if he let it catch up with him, he would surely die.  A cold sweat trickled down his back as his feet flew across the ground.  He glanced quickly behind him, but saw nothing but darkness.  He heard nothing but his own ragged breath, his heart pounding frantically in his ears, and the sound of his feet falling echoing hollowly though the corridor.  forcing his weary body to move even faster, he almost missed the small doorway outlined in a strange light.  He turned to it quickly, pre

His hand held in mine Skin soft, warm welcoming My heart singing with joy For being so with him Could this be love? A field of green clover We lie side by side The stars dark and beautiful    in the night sky As we stare up at them he pulls    me into his arms Could this be love? I smile, his eyes locked on mine His smile ready and easy I debate with myself for only a moment Before pressing my lips to his Could this be love? He welcomes my kiss Hungry and full of passion My arms slipping about his waist I hold him aginst me Could this be love? I pull myself away Smile at the awe in his eyes Then place my head upon