Tales of A Foolish Dreamer

The Pain

I can no longer watch as you become what you hated. i can no longer pretend im not faded. i can no longer be your friend or love because youve forgotten. all we had together. isee what you post and now im a ghost heat destroyed loved nomore just a memory as your freedoms host. did you love me i wonder or was the summer just a flunder. as you lay with him a cheater. i wonder…is this a nighterror ill shed nomore tears our love was never fated

Lessons

Maybe you wont talk to them daily and the embers of love will grow cold; but to hear and see that they’re in pain will set a new anger, love and pain aflame

Reblogged from Everything Inspiring..

Reblogged from They Call Me Love

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she told me to stay no matter how hard it got…then she left

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True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring. Once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome…except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.

— Wizard and Glass ~ The Dark Tower (Stephen King)

Reblogged from The Empress