DragonLove151

I had given up all hope but I was at peace you had found happiness I dealt with that fact you were gone Than the news came it was all a rumor none of it was true it all came rushing back I was able to smile and hide it

I got this feeling A knot in my gut I can't seem to form words I can't even think straight When we talk This knot grows and i feel so stupid But when we don't I feel hurt Even though there is nothing between us I feel like i did something wrong said something wrong or did not say the right things

You make my heart skip beats I get so nervous when I see you All my friends say I shouldn't feel this way I shouldn't even consider this All because of the past But I can't help it I realize that things happen In all honesty I do not blame you Although it hurt as all get out I just wish I could have the chance The chance to show you How you should be treated But I doubt it will happen

UNTITLED She crouched in the shadows cast by the streetlamp across the narrow road, her gaze unmoving from apartment 314.  Adjusting her night-vision goggles, and flipping them to infrared, she stared through the walls searching for her mark.  Sue had been there for days already.  Her eyes spotted the moving bright hues of heat pacing in what she perceived the living area. Feeling the familiar buzz of the phone her pocket, the woman stood and walked down the adjacent alley.  Tapping the button on her encrypted bluetooth, she continued her careful watch. "The package has been obtained," whispered an a

        The man can hear the woman calling out in the other room.  Her calls carry through the thin, walnut doors, getting louder with every passing minute. Soon he'd have to shut her up before the whole neighborhood was aware of their presence.  He grabs the surgical attire hanging on a coat rack against the back wall and quickly ties on the garment and slips on the cap.  Positioning a white face mask like a necklace around his neck, he walks over to his desk and plops down in the chair.        Her purse sits there, a large, gold Gucci number, and her wallet is neatly la

January nineteenth, for us, would've marked 4 years if you had stayed; instead, you left me drowning in cold, salty tears dreaming of what we were supposed to be. Five months have passed since that eventful day. I'm trying to move on, but I've been lost without you.  So many things I'd like to say that I doubt you'll ever hear; when a heart is broken, it's hard to heal. I'm tired of all the pain unsure why I must go through this ordeal, but I have nothing left to gain from holding on.  Time to get over the emotion and get rid of all these pining love notions.