Your eyes and ears betray your sole. What ever happened to the faith that once made you whole? Do you really believe that there is a place for you to be? Do you really believe that you will see? How do you live with yourself knowing who you are? The endless nights awake reflecting on your chosen path. Do you even feel the pain that you brought upon your family? I opened up my heart and sole for you to see… never even anticipating that you would betray me.

oblivion77 @ 09:56 PM PST

At least I know someone is reading my site =) Lana from geneva, ohio stopped by and left a comment. Well here is what I have to say about it.

Well I don’t know what other guys like but I like short hair on girls and I do like a girl that knows how to look good wearing make-up. The types of girls I like are the kinds that don’t normally wear a lot of make-up but when they do they look hot. The first thing I find attractive about a girl is her hair, if its short then I’m checking the rest of her out. I believe my thing for short hair has something to do with some insecurities I have, I’m just not sure what ones. Or it could just be that I love the curve of the female neck. Or what if self-consciously I’m really gay…na I like girls too much I couldn’t be gay.

oblivion77 @ 09:13 AM PST

Countless nights looking up to the ceiling, contemplating where I went wrong. Endless tears rolling down this frozen face of mine. This emptiness inside has broken me down one too many times. Searching the fading memories that were promised to last forever. Just where did we go wrong, just were did we go wrong?

It was like yesterday we were kissing in the summer rain. Back behind the elementary school where I told you I loved you for the very first time. Every dream, every life of breath, it was all for you.

Dancing under the crimson summer night you looked up to me with those big blue eyes of yours. I whispered those special words to you, kissing you ever so gently on your forehead. I felt closer to you than I ever have and I knew that you and me were meant to be together.

The times have changed and the children are growing up seeing and feeling all of this. I would do anything to bear their pain so they wont suffer from your mistakes. This heartache weakens me to my knees. Sickened and in complete suffering I watch as they learn this hate. I pray to god it’s not too late.

Do you really want them to become everything you feared you would become? I see the repetition day by day and sadness overcomes my frail heart. Why must I live with the guilt that made me who I am today? There was nothing I wanted more than to be everything that you dreamed. Our life together was more than I ever dreamed and life could be, or so it seemed.

oblivion77 @ 04:29 PM PST