"A pearl is a hard object produced within the soft tissue (specifically the mantle) of a living shelled mollusk. Just like the shell of a mollusk, a pearl is made up of calcium carbonate in minute crystalline form, which has been deposited in concentric layers. The ideal pearl is perfectly round and smooth, but many other shapes of pearls (baroque pearls) occur. The finest quality natural pearls have been highly valued as gemstones and objects of beauty for many centuries, and because of this, the word pearl has become a metaphor for something very rare, fine, admirable, and valuable."
Although this is from wikipedia, which I dont see as a credible source, I love the description of a peal. I, myself, tend to identify with pearls. I wear them with t-shirt and jeans. Theyre the most beautiful gems. And I realize something: they hide in the shadows of something else, until it's their time to shine.
I, am a PEARL!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Epic Devastation
My silence has gone on long enough. I must speak about things now.
Here goes:
My everything became the one thing that I hate, despise, and am disgusted by.
I have been downgraded to being "the friend who got sick, and pushed everyone away!"
I guess the lie is more worth telling than the possibility of happiness.
Been told not to take it personal because it's "not about me!"
Except, it's my feelings that are hurt and my heart that is broken.
And to sadly admit, I think this past relationship was actually my "first love"
And now I am bitter.
And sad.
And consumed with both.
Going through changes.
Swearing off love.
Hating the aspect that who I thought was "the one" was definitely that.
The one...who broke me
The one...who destroyed me
The one...who broke my heart
The one...who made me cry and I wonder if I will ever stop crying
I'm not perfect
I make my mistakes loud
But I would never purposefully promise my love to someone to destroy them with a trick, game, joke
Is love really like this?
Cause right now, I'm feeling like these full 2 years...were a LIE
I loved a LIAR and I have no idea who that person is...
Now I know how the fiancee of the Craigslist killer felt. It's quite...
Devastating...An epic devastation...
Here goes:
My everything became the one thing that I hate, despise, and am disgusted by.
I have been downgraded to being "the friend who got sick, and pushed everyone away!"
I guess the lie is more worth telling than the possibility of happiness.
Been told not to take it personal because it's "not about me!"
Except, it's my feelings that are hurt and my heart that is broken.
And to sadly admit, I think this past relationship was actually my "first love"
And now I am bitter.
And sad.
And consumed with both.
Going through changes.
Swearing off love.
Hating the aspect that who I thought was "the one" was definitely that.
The one...who broke me
The one...who destroyed me
The one...who broke my heart
The one...who made me cry and I wonder if I will ever stop crying
I'm not perfect
I make my mistakes loud
But I would never purposefully promise my love to someone to destroy them with a trick, game, joke
Is love really like this?
Cause right now, I'm feeling like these full 2 years...were a LIE
I loved a LIAR and I have no idea who that person is...
Now I know how the fiancee of the Craigslist killer felt. It's quite...
Devastating...An epic devastation...
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