Last night I was in the prayer chapel for more than an hour. I felt quite alone at the time, and it was getting unbearable. I don't feel this way a lot, but it must have been something about today and the way you came up and walked right on past me to hug her instead. I guess it just sucked because I don't know at what point it was that we stopped hugging and I wish I could go back and fix what I did wrong at that moment.
In the chapel I cried and prayed and fell asleep once or twice talking to God because I felt like he was the only one that could connect with my feelings, and I couldn't tell these things to anyone else. With anyone else, I
Her evanescent youth is blurred with time,
Before all black and white split into hues,
Days gone where things were yielding and benign,
Where right was right, and wrong was just a muse.
As time paced on the sheer and flimsy veil,
That passed between devotion and deceit,
With false façades laid tattered, torn, and frail,
Her heart, aghast, forced to await defeat.
True friendship's price one cannot ascertain,
For acts as true as love are without cost.
But for the precious few who for love deign,
The amity they gain cannot be lost.
A broken girl forgives love only when
With renewed hope, she learns to trust again.
Last night I was in the prayer chapel for more than an hour. I felt quite alone at the time, and it was getting unbearable. I don't feel this way a lot, but it must have been something about today and the way you came up and walked right on past me to hug her instead. I guess it just sucked because I don't know at what point it was that we stopped hugging and I wish I could go back and fix what I did wrong at that moment.
In the chapel I cried and prayed and fell asleep once or twice talking to God because I felt like he was the only one that could connect with my feelings, and I couldn't tell these things to anyone else. With anyone else, I
Her evanescent youth is blurred with time,
Before all black and white split into hues,
Days gone where things were yielding and benign,
Where right was right, and wrong was just a muse.
As time paced on the sheer and flimsy veil,
That passed between devotion and deceit,
With false façades laid tattered, torn, and frail,
Her heart, aghast, forced to await defeat.
True friendship's price one cannot ascertain,
For acts as true as love are without cost.
But for the precious few who for love deign,
The amity they gain cannot be lost.
A broken girl forgives love only when
With renewed hope, she learns to trust again.