The enbodiment of CryMy name is cry..I am one of many demons in this world yet I ended up being chosen as a loyal servant.One of which was for the most amazing man in the world.Or so I had thought..Crescendo..The name makes my spine tingle in excitement.Its like forgetting the words to you favorite song when it comes to him.You can't remember anything.He blinds you with his sweetness.eet...the backspace button on a typewriter.sometimes I wish I could just go back in time...and as you look into his eyes...It give you the feeling that someones about to steal something precious of yours.Crescendo..that wonderful man always took care of me. and I loved him dearly!But... all of that changed one day..The love in his eyes turned to bitter hate!And soon the hate had consumed him...and the love he held for me slowly drained from his body.The days went on and after a few weeks he had gotten fed up with me and started to beat me.I loved him dearly so I let him.Things escalated and after a few we
Wish You Were HereRemembering the timeYour arms were wrapped around my waist,You head on my chest, and I asked:"Do you hear that?"And with no less that sweetest of voicesDid you reply with a:"Hear what, Love?""My heart, Darling.And you must know, that itWill beat for you and only you,Day and night,Forever and Always."And times like those,They make me wish so much more thatYou were in my arms as I speak.
Scraped HeartWhen I was a small child,I would ride my bike, just outside my homeOn the cobblestone and try to balance with accuracy.Now and again, I would fall, and scrape my knee.Mama would always come running, her face twisted with worryAnd hold me against her warmth, kissing my boo-boos,Whispering so calming that "it'd be okay",That I would "soon heal right back up".Just as all small children do, I grew.Life went on for me and Mama was sure enoughTo be found correct, I did heal.But now, knee scraping are not what I feel pain to...When I try to balance out my love, and it all comes crashing down...I surely scrape my heart, but as Mama always said, it would heal.This healed a bit more slowly...And hurt much more as it began to scar over the years,My love being taken advantage of, bruising my heart's outer flesh...And now, ready to explode from inner pain...I search for my Mama, oh where can she be to mend thisOrgan, no more than clothes now stitched together.