The Average Hell House Stories Chapter 11.5:Eyes To Your Soul

The contacts of my heart fell in love with you,

Each word expressed was not enough to be said,

Even though all i wanted to say was 'I Love You',

I was no longer the life i felt before because i am now dead.

Your heart as if so slumber,

As i blew my self into the wind,

I feel now what i feel in winter,

Because all that is left of me is but grains of sand.

You are'nt here for me because you can't be,

Because you love the one whom touched your lips,

I hoped to love you not for now and forever more,
But this cut in my heart is deapened by her kiss.

It was wrong of me to think it was you,

Because you were playing a game of chess,

I was in the shadows listening to 'IOU',

And you fled from the scene in distress.

These are not the only words i feel inside,

But how can the rest be expressed,

You've found the black hearted bride,

And the character i played has long died.

Mother would only blame me for the troubles of you,

For only i am to blame for not being loved,

Because i helplessly fall for the stereotypes like you,

Hoping that one day soon i too could be appreciated.

I keep telling my self that it was time to forget,


But i never wanted that moment to end,


I just can't decide between the desire and lust,


Though i knew we were never fated.

If you asked me to smile just to make me happy,

It would never work out the way it was intended,

Because when i think of you the skies are a grey,

And the beginning to the end had only ended.

How could i ever give to you her beauty and passion,

Whilst i'm ugly and pittifull to glance upon,


She fills your heart with romance unspoken,


And you wouldnt give her up for a dime or a dozen.

Yes you fit the personality well,

But perhaps i was blinded by that only reason,

My dearest thougts of you are deppressing to tell,

Whilst the only fact is that you are my poison.

It's so hard to resist that you are that,

You appear and disappear from my life like magic,

For an instance i am out of breath in your sight,

You're like a high that makes me feel fantastic.

The suttle wind can only remind me to forget,

Though like an addcit i come back for more,

I guess you are the worst of any habbit,

And yes you know how to leave a woman sore.

Though these are only words out of the many,

These are the very last addressed to you,

I shall move on and blow freely,

And clear all memories and last thoughts of you.

I'm sorry i can't be the one for you,

Or more to say i'm sorry for myself being me,

Though the sindicating lines in my membranes indicate you,

You are a thought i must now leave.