To Whomever It May Concern by play-murder, literature
Literature
To Whomever It May Concern
Of all the people I have encountered in my sixteen years of life, there is one person I will never truly understand. Strange as it may seem, this person is extremely close to me, and yet, on the other hand, we seem to have absolutely nothing in common. I see this person every day and yet somehow words are never exchanged to sum up our feelings of gratitude and regret. Nothing even comes close.
I have often stopped to wonder what I would say to this well-known stranger. Even if I had the guts to confront her, I wouldn't know what to say. It's so much easier to think when you close your eyes. With my eyes closed in darkness, I have contemplat
Tomorrow With + Without You by play-murder, literature
Literature
Tomorrow With + Without You
Tomorrow With You
Yesterday's romance...
fades into tomorrow morning's trash.
I don't believe you,
but i don't see through you either.
You've given me something real,
something to put trust in.
I'm ready to
take on tomorrow with you.
Tomorrow Without You
It's my fist against your face now.
And it's all in the hands of someone else.
But tomorrow will come regardless.
The sun will still rise and set.
But love just didn't grab on to us.
Our love wasn't strong enough,
for me to say goodbye,
for you to walk away.
both written 02.14.05
Our lives fell apart,
with our last sip from the flask.
We gave our lives away
to bad habits and second chances.
Now our dreams lie here broken,
there's no hope for tomorrow.
This star-crossed romance
was never meant for you and me.
This life of failure was destiny.
Yesterday's Headlining Story by play-murder, literature
Literature
Yesterday's Headlining Story
You know that we were always meant for this.
We were meant to die here together in the snow.
Bones frigid from cold, minds frozen with memories.
Remember the one you lost?
Flowers in her hair, books on the table.
You lost your words. You forgot to speak.
And the one you lost?
He always knew the right thing to say.
He lost in the battle of life.
And now we sit here,
singing lullabies of our dying days.
Blood running thin and turning to ice,
eyes growing wearier with each moment.
Icicles in her hair, head looking at the sky.
It's time to speak up.
"You always know what to say to make me feel better,
we have to win this fight."
Yesterday's Headlining Story by play-murder, literature
Literature
Yesterday's Headlining Story
You know that we were always meant for this.
We were meant to die here together in the snow.
Bones frigid from cold, minds frozen with memories.
Remember the one you lost?
Flowers in her hair, books on the table.
You lost your words. You forgot to speak.
And the one you lost?
He always knew the right thing to say.
He lost in the battle of life.
And now we sit here,
singing lullabies of our dying days.
Blood running thin and turning to ice,
eyes growing wearier with each moment.
Icicles in her hair, head looking at the sky.
It's time to speak up.
"You always know what to say to make me feel better,
we have to win this fight."
Our lives fell apart,
with our last sip from the flask.
We gave our lives away
to bad habits and second chances.
Now our dreams lie here broken,
there's no hope for tomorrow.
This star-crossed romance
was never meant for you and me.
This life of failure was destiny.
Tomorrow With + Without You by play-murder, literature
Literature
Tomorrow With + Without You
Tomorrow With You
Yesterday's romance...
fades into tomorrow morning's trash.
I don't believe you,
but i don't see through you either.
You've given me something real,
something to put trust in.
I'm ready to
take on tomorrow with you.
Tomorrow Without You
It's my fist against your face now.
And it's all in the hands of someone else.
But tomorrow will come regardless.
The sun will still rise and set.
But love just didn't grab on to us.
Our love wasn't strong enough,
for me to say goodbye,
for you to walk away.
both written 02.14.05
To Whomever It May Concern by play-murder, literature
Literature
To Whomever It May Concern
Of all the people I have encountered in my sixteen years of life, there is one person I will never truly understand. Strange as it may seem, this person is extremely close to me, and yet, on the other hand, we seem to have absolutely nothing in common. I see this person every day and yet somehow words are never exchanged to sum up our feelings of gratitude and regret. Nothing even comes close.
I have often stopped to wonder what I would say to this well-known stranger. Even if I had the guts to confront her, I wouldn't know what to say. It's so much easier to think when you close your eyes. With my eyes closed in darkness, I have contemplat