On an Orange Bed of Embers.

That flame ignighted from the pit of my stomach

to the tip of my heart slowly pulses down

The wind keeps sweeping making it waver

gradually, carefully, shrinking in size.

Oh when the fire ever burns in your eyes.

Its warm to the touch like the feel of your skin

light on my finger tips with a magical trace

burning a pattern with the movement you make

im moving to keep in pattern with you.

oh when the fire burns what do i do?

Your movment is moving further from me

higher and wider but i cant keep up

your trace is fadeing i but i can see where you are

but i can not follow its your path not mine.

oh when the fire in my heart does pine.

And now i am sleeping all wrapped up in tears

twisted in a fate that i cant undo

limp, lifeless im loosing my mind

thinking of him and if he remembers.

Oh when the fire has burned down to the embers.

The three sacred words

Theres only three words, 1 short sentence, in the human language that makes existence on this violent corrupt polanet worth while. one emotion so strong that it can change someone completly yet it can also break someone completly. This betraying string of words are flung about in the everyday mindless chatter without a thought of the deeper meaning that is meant to be portrayed. This phrase is tossed about in recent times, an msn caption like 'lol'.

As a teenager, i have seen the affects first hand of love, or the lust that we feel. I have seen and see the disasters of this emotion, the ups and downs. The girls are too easily enticed by the guys that woo them and pull them into a false sense of security claiming they are ''in love''. That makes any woman feel weak at the knees when they feel strongly towards the person saying it. And if its one of your first loves and the first time he says it, then the girl is automatically hooked. Its equivalent to cocain, womens own brand of heroin, call it what you want but once you ''in love'' you cant stop it, your drawn into a whirlwind tunnel where your blinded behind those rose tinted shades.

I guess when you grow older your more prone to look deeper into what people say, and a little wiser when a guy says he ''loves you'' to understand you arnt the first person maybe. Ah what can I say? No ones ever said it to me.. not a guy anyway lol and when i say that i mean my best friends say it, but i guess not really meant it in the sense that they are ''in love'' with me, i may get a little freaked out. What can i say? i have been on the recieving end so i couldnt say but ive seen my best friends go through the traumas of being in ''love''.

He tells he that he loves her. She thinks she is in love with him too. So she tells him. She feels obliged to 'do' things for him/to him. He tells her things arnt working out. She cries. And cries. And her friends tell her hes a prick.

It happens everyday. There are websites which claim that you will fall in love. They garantee that you will otherwise you get your money back. You can not find love. That is my theory. You cant find something that you dont know what looks like. You will never know in advance the person you will fall in love. You may not even know you have come across love until it falls from your hands, thats when you know, and thats when you know you have to act on it. Otherwise you will loose it. This.. i have experienced first hand. And i am sorry that i can say i did not act on it and that i most certainly DO regret it. I am sitting her a few months later and am still going over the what if's in my mind. It drives you crazy. As you can see from my site right here. Im a hopless romantic. I shoot my self in the foot sometimes.

Dont waste it. Dont waste your love, Dont throw it away. And Dont EVER be affraid to take a chance.

Regret plants the what if seed in your head and it grows and grows till your head will finally explode.