By Crystal Amaya Time passes by but the moment continues on. No sound comes out of my lips, nor from yours. We know words wouldn’t mean thing when ours eyes meet. Could it be we’re destined? or is it just the stars aligned for the moment.
By Crystal Amaya I come here to see if anyone felt the same way as I do when the world is slowly falling apart from dubious thoughts. What I’ve realized I am not alone, the few wanderers linger on the web, sharing their words in hopes to unify all.
By Crystal Amaya The white doves don’t lie, they are messenger from the angel in the sky. He knows who are destined to come together as one. It’s true what you say. I’ve seen the glorious birds fly over our heads. Reassuring me that I’m meant for you, and you for me.
By Crystal Amaya I lied to myself, thinking everything is okay. Now, I realize no broken heart lives happy and content.
By Crystal Amaya Some days I just become silent. Allowing myself to hear my internal voice ramble on about things that don’t matter. It’s like a out of body experience. “Does he like me?” “Am I the disappointment in the family?” Overanalyzing situation that are not real. I wish there was a switch to shut […]
By Crystal Amaya Threw my heart to you when you didn’t notice. How blind to not see that you didn’t want me. The uncanny feelings branded onto my broken heart. Reminding me to be aware of when I fall.
By Crystal Amaya Coffee mugs filled with hot tea. Sweet honey that comes from bees spread on warm toast is too good. Nowhere I would rather be.
By Crystal Amaya Ready for a change but where can I start when life is hard to rearrange? Ready for a change, to turn to a new blank page, so I can finally restart. Ready for a change, but where can I start?
By Crystal Amaya Through all the joy there comes pain. Like scars from wounds, a marking is forever present, reminding one to never fear.
By Crystal Amaya Could it be I’m my own worst enemy? Manifesting my own negative thoughts into my lonely world. Only a tortured soul can plot such ideas while the mind is weak. It’s like leaving the trash out for a week. While I am distraught, my desire to live will lead me to glory.
By Crystal Amaya It is if I’m waiting for all of it to hit me one final time. It makes me wonder, why I’m so dangerous? One day I’m closer to the heavens but next I drag myself to my grave. Will I ever truly clear my soul?