Disclaimers: I know they Don't belong to me. No matter what the voices say.
Summery: Faith sits and thinks about things while she watches the Rain
Rating: Not sure
Feedback: I'll take
Watching the Rain....
I'm sitting here tonight watching the rain, as I write in my book.
Wondering if the drops that fall are actually tears that fall, from someone who knows my pain.
I know that sounds weird coming from me, Since I'm always the first to say that
I don't believe in any of that stuff.
But I'm really starting to wonder if there is something out there and if so.
Why would they give us the ability to fall in love.
Only to have it taken away in some way or another.
Whether it's with death, betrayal of trust or just never
knowing wether the one you love really loves you.
Which would be my case, I have to admit although it's bad to say.
That I would rather it be death that caused this pain.
Instead of not knowing if you feel the same.
Sometimes, it's hard to tell there are times.
With just a look from you or the way you say love me. I really believe that you feel as strongly as I do.
But then there are times thetimes that the words or tone you use when we talk.
Hurts more than any physical blow.
I never show when you have hit a nerve.
Because I promised myself along time ago.
I would never let anyone see me cry and that's a promise.
I intend to keep the other I broke the day you came into my life.
But that I couldn't have stopped even if I had tried.
So I gave in and allowed myself to fall in love.
I don't know if that's the reason .
Of why I got so angry tonight, I just know that with each word you spoke.
It felt like somebody was driving a knife further into my heart.
When I couldn't take the pain any longer, I turned it into anger accusing you of being.
No better than the people you have always despised.
I knew what I was saying was hurting you just as much as it hurt me.
But I couldn't stop if I did then you would know.
What it was that I was really feeling and I couldn't let that be.
Maybe that's where I make my mistake.
I have never really shown that I am capable.
Of feeling anything other than hatred and anger.
If I did then maybe I wouldn't be here tonight alone.
Watching as the rain pours down harder.
Now that I think about it.
Maybe whatever's out there is'nt crying for me but crying out of anger.
Because they know that before I allow myself to be hurt.
I'll take the easy way out. By pushing the only person.
That's ever cared and shown me how to love away.
Summery: Faith sits and thinks about things while she watches the Rain
Rating: Not sure
Feedback: I'll take
Watching the Rain....
I'm sitting here tonight watching the rain, as I write in my book.
Wondering if the drops that fall are actually tears that fall, from someone who knows my pain.
I know that sounds weird coming from me, Since I'm always the first to say that
I don't believe in any of that stuff.
But I'm really starting to wonder if there is something out there and if so.
Why would they give us the ability to fall in love.
Only to have it taken away in some way or another.
Whether it's with death, betrayal of trust or just never
knowing wether the one you love really loves you.
Which would be my case, I have to admit although it's bad to say.
That I would rather it be death that caused this pain.
Instead of not knowing if you feel the same.
Sometimes, it's hard to tell there are times.
With just a look from you or the way you say love me. I really believe that you feel as strongly as I do.
But then there are times thetimes that the words or tone you use when we talk.
Hurts more than any physical blow.
I never show when you have hit a nerve.
Because I promised myself along time ago.
I would never let anyone see me cry and that's a promise.
I intend to keep the other I broke the day you came into my life.
But that I couldn't have stopped even if I had tried.
So I gave in and allowed myself to fall in love.
I don't know if that's the reason .
Of why I got so angry tonight, I just know that with each word you spoke.
It felt like somebody was driving a knife further into my heart.
When I couldn't take the pain any longer, I turned it into anger accusing you of being.
No better than the people you have always despised.
I knew what I was saying was hurting you just as much as it hurt me.
But I couldn't stop if I did then you would know.
What it was that I was really feeling and I couldn't let that be.
Maybe that's where I make my mistake.
I have never really shown that I am capable.
Of feeling anything other than hatred and anger.
If I did then maybe I wouldn't be here tonight alone.
Watching as the rain pours down harder.
Now that I think about it.
Maybe whatever's out there is'nt crying for me but crying out of anger.
Because they know that before I allow myself to be hurt.
I'll take the easy way out. By pushing the only person.
That's ever cared and shown me how to love away.