ChristaYork
a year ago
The times we have are spent by number. From the first touch to the second date, The third anniversary, and the fourth time you left. I look back and count. 1 to 35 is all I could count. From the first day to four mouths. I don't think you'll come back. Making you the first to leave.
ChristaYork
a year ago
That short troll that yells at the sun and curses the moon. The disheveled hair with a permanent scowl. Though he is mean and shouts,he cares. Cares about his friends. His first love. He cares so much it hurts him bone to the bone. He curses the moon and yells at the sun not because he's mean or hates the world. It's just he feels like he let them down. That he is no good for them and it would be better with out him. What that short troll will never know is he changed my life and his friends needs him as much as I need air. He's made me feel like I'm not alone in the world. I thank that short troll.
ChristaYork
a year ago
Falling is not just a fear. Not the height in which we climb. Not the times we trip. Not the times we are in love. The times you imagine the fall and don't fall for it. The times when you want to be in that bubble and float away, but the fall catches you like vine strangling you from life. Falling is not just a fear it's an obstacle you never get passed. Well...Fall. Fall into the embrace of that dream. That cliff. That love. That ocean. Get up and follow that fall to the end because falling is not just a fear, it regret.
ChristaYork
a year ago
The tears that stream down my face are for you. I end it but still loving you. I hate to see you hide behind a smile that faces threats. When you go home the smile fades off and the tears come down. I see this happen and tears hold out. I face the stress you have and I let it go but it still lingers in my heart. I now hide behind that smile and face you, thinking what I could do. It's now six mouths sense I saw you face. Thinking I was to blame and I should have done something great. I lay awake and relies it's not my choose and I tried. I fight and lose the battle that kept me out. I couldn't get through to you and you end out facing a world with out hope. The mouths I suffered were the mouths I relies I'm not prefect and every was. I wish you'd relies the same. But we're to late sense I saw your last face.
