This shows I have too much free time on my hands...

topic posted Mon, November 21, 2005 - 9:51 PM by  Phantom
Why do I feel distant from you?
You say your busy, but is my love not at least a tenth of your time?
You say anyone can show affection.
HA!

Then you dont know the meaning of AFFECTION.
A dog that licks your face, that is affection.
Someone who constantly cares for you, that is "AFFECTION."
You think I dont know what is means to love?
HA!

Then LOVE is but a distant star to you.
Giving a heart on Valentines Day, that is love.
To protect those you hold dear with your bare hands that is LOVE.

You say you dont know me.
Phantom is a more than a name.
It is a part of my life and my soul.
It is considered to be a ghost, something that comes and goes.

Thats how I appear to you, a phantom.
I appear as clear to you as a dense fog.
How sad one of such beauty not to know her phantom stranger.
A stranger who is covered by a black cloak.
A stranger whose wings stained with black tar.
A stranger whose expression is as cheerful as nails scratching on a blackboard.

Yes, I am that stranger called phantom.
I am the one who seems so distant.
I have those tarished wings of a fallen angel.
I hide behind my wings and cloak in order to hide from the truth.
You want to know this truth?

The truth of how your important to me.
The truth of happiness I feel to be around you.
The truth of how lucky I am to have you.

Emotion is a feeling I do not lack.
I can express joy, sorrow, anger and envy.
To express these emotions are not easy.
To show envy at the wrong time can lead to disaster.
To show sorrow at the wrong time can lead to misjudgement.
To show angry at the wrong time can lead to despair.
To show joy at the wrong time can lead to turmoil.
Certain emotions I do not express because my pain is your pain.

Your tears brought me sorrow.
Your smile brings me joy.
So I ask you I dont want to be a stranger.
I dont want to be a phantom to you.
All I want is to be somebody in your eyes.
posted by:
Phantom
New York City
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    You are not their muse. Don't deny yourself that. It is hard to let go, but let go. You want to be loved. You want to be wanted.

    If they are an artist they will paint you.

    If they are a writer they will write about you.

    If they are an architect they will build you a house.

    Strength.

    Are you strong?

    To love is to be able to let go.

    People are selfish.

    They hang on for their own reasons.

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