Turning for orange to pink

As I watch an orange sunset turns to pink. I can’t help but think on why? I come to the point of reason and still I ask why? Why does feeling for you have to turn to hurt? It seems that I’m so far away from something but I don’t know what. Life is fickle and left for longing. I swear that I would leave my heart on my sleeve and do my best never to let it get the best me. I feel I’m failing at times all though I find my own way out. I have to try right? Places like these are not for weak minded. Sing to me Ellionna… sing that song that makes me love you even more.  Sing the phrase that makes me weak. Oh Ellionna… I feel I have lived this over and over. Know I can never live this down Cursed with you my mind. Cursed with the memories of what we had.  Its seems the sun has set and now I draw to a close the few rays of light bleeding though as if day is holding on with everything.

Reviews

[Quattro Hall]

Fixed a few things sorry I did not per-read before re-posting. I was dumping some writings that were just sitting around.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

- Cursed with the memories of what we had - a haunting sentense if ever I read one, well done, a great look at the lifes of most, good read.

[Quattro Hall]

thanks man

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

your welcome