So I was reading some of my friends blogs earlier today, and came upon something that I've seen before ...
it was one of those survey type things, but with a twist. Basically, it said
"Write something to 7 different people that you'd like them to know, or something that you had to
say, but never could tell them directly, or just something that should have been said sooner or later.
No names, just words."

I realized that it was something that I've wanted to do a lot of the time. Things that I wanted to say, but never did.

This is the sanctuary for those words left unspoken.

Maybe if you're one of the few people who read this, you'll see something that
was once supposed to be directed to you.




In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows.





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Saturday, November 22, 2008

 because once, you entered my soul...


I'd draw a picture of you in my mind so intricate in detail that, should you ever disappear from my life, I could close my eyes and recreate your existence.

I've devoured every moment you've given to me, hungrily, knowing life would not always be so kind. We wither away so quickly now, savoring the memories of times of plenty.

Her heart grew tumultuous with the oceans of desire. He was drawing her away from the safety of solid ground, and she was drowning.

You invade my dreams as I struggle against heavy eyelids, knowing that once asleep, I would never dare wake and lose you again. How do we battle our own desires?

He set her world on fire, but she never imagined that when he left, only ashes would remain.

This is what it feels like to be incomplete, unsettled. Freedom is unbearable without somewhere to go home to.


...but you're gone now.
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