| julianna belle. ( @ 2007-11-17 20:18:00 |
Unrequited.
This is dedicated to a girl that makes my heart soar so high and sink so low, but should never know that this is for her.
Sometimes I feel
As though your kiss
Could be my salvation.
And I feel so...
Confused, is it?
And I feel so...
Lost, without reason,
And empty.
I know, I know,
You will never
Care for me
As I so
Care for you.
Debate this
As we often do.
And I know,
Yes, I know,
This is simply
Not me.
This is someone
New, overtaking
The Julianna I
Once knew.
And I hate this.
This lonely girl,
Craving only
Your attention,
Your affection.
I don't know
If you know
Just how
Beautiful
You are.
You are my
Ultimate vision
Of perfection.
You
And your
Soft lips.
Your soft hands.
So delightfully
Feminine, yet
With admirable
Strength.
He sees it, too.
I know, I know,
The one you
Call your lover.
The one with
His ring
On your finger.
Oh, how my
Jealousy can soar.
Yet, at last I feel
As though this...
This obsession...
This may, at long,
Long last be coming
To a halt.
Desires ceasing
To exist.
Finally.
I will always love you.
But hopefully...
Oh, god, hopefully...
As no more than
A friend.
And when next
Our lips do meet...
And I know, I know...
When it means nothing
To you, I can only pray
That I can feel
The same.
Love,
Julianna Belle.
(x-posted from
archangels)
This is dedicated to a girl that makes my heart soar so high and sink so low, but should never know that this is for her.
Sometimes I feel
As though your kiss
Could be my salvation.
And I feel so...
Confused, is it?
And I feel so...
Lost, without reason,
And empty.
I know, I know,
You will never
Care for me
As I so
Care for you.
Debate this
As we often do.
And I know,
Yes, I know,
This is simply
Not me.
This is someone
New, overtaking
The Julianna I
Once knew.
And I hate this.
This lonely girl,
Craving only
Your attention,
Your affection.
I don't know
If you know
Just how
Beautiful
You are.
You are my
Ultimate vision
Of perfection.
You
And your
Soft lips.
Your soft hands.
So delightfully
Feminine, yet
With admirable
Strength.
He sees it, too.
I know, I know,
The one you
Call your lover.
The one with
His ring
On your finger.
Oh, how my
Jealousy can soar.
Yet, at last I feel
As though this...
This obsession...
This may, at long,
Long last be coming
To a halt.
Desires ceasing
To exist.
Finally.
I will always love you.
But hopefully...
Oh, god, hopefully...
As no more than
A friend.
And when next
Our lips do meet...
And I know, I know...
When it means nothing
To you, I can only pray
That I can feel
The same.
Julianna Belle.
(x-posted from