From My Heart, Through My Eyes, To These Words
James
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I never wanted to be 'one of those'. Marching to a different tune and singing to a different song, this is, yours sincerely, Me.

Talk No More
Tuesday, July 13, 2010 @
Helpless: Marked by an inability to act or react.

Helpless, that was what I felt when I saw you walk through that door into the room. We did talk days before this but I didn't know I would be so overwhelmed by the sight of your beautiful face - again.

Helpless, by the fact that I cannot hold tightly you in my arms and tell you how much I love you anymore.

Helpless, by the fact that all I can say is Hi, and smile, when I could be kissing your forehead and tell you how beautiful you look.

Helpless, by the fact that I can only see your long hair tied into a bun and not run my fingers through it and tell you how great it smells.

Helpless, by the fact that your hands are fiddling with your pen, where I could be holding it so tight where it fits nicely on mine after a kiss on the back of your hand.

Helpless, by the fact that we are just friends.

I thought I cleared myself up and I could look forward to school. But those familiar tears are hindering my view - again. I thought I reset.

I thought wrong.

The Way I Live - James

Manners would make a man
Apologies, to things can mend
Thank for what gets grant
Plead for what you want

Actions define your class,
Only from the heart it should be,
Instincts that reflects thee,
Hypocrites will finish last.

Do unto others,
What you would others do unto you,
But seek revenge,
And it only begets,
Another avenge.



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