Sitting watching the tears on your face,
and knowing that whatever happened,
may or may not happen again
The sweat pours off my body,
and I know that if health is the issue
sooner or later it too will pass.
The eyes are called the window of the soul,
but it is the heart that feels the pang of mourning,
gasping in love for the ones, the only ones
And as my head lays down for the finale of my life
I remember those who came before me and those who come behind
and yet my prayers....
Always fall upon deaf ears
As your life swings by, you suddenly realize so many little things don't matter.
ReplyDeleteLittle arguments, spoiled friendships,and material items. Your life may be short, but the ones who you keep deer will appreciate it forever.
space &little a back,
ReplyDeleteattack& feel yourself of
the course , stuck quietly loud,
you're stranded in a demanding
form of left to right, but you're
, stuck in this black a biss,
waiting to discourage the imagination
of young folks, all around.
so lets pretend, back to the course
Move On
ReplyDeleteYou're wasting your time standing there and pinching yourself.
Yes it happened, to you I don't know why but it did.
I am truly sorry.
I wish I could help you on your mission of plotting to change the past...
It's not going to happen.
What's done is done.
He isn't going to wake up no matter how much you want him to.
He's gone.
The curtain opens.
ReplyDeleteThe Artist enters and takes a bow.
This is her power,
taking breaths away
with simple gestures of her first encounter with love
The crowd is gone.
To her they no longer exist.
She could care less if they could hear,
but they must see.
He took everything from her.
Except her ability to dance.
The only desire she has left is to tell her story.
So she wants them to listen but not with their ears,
but with their eyes.
Feeling the passion and misery.
Embodying her soul in their hearts.
This is her revenge.
To force closed hearts to open to the truth.
This is her story,
one envisioning the two sides of love.
The pain in his soul the burning of his heart she was so evil and sweet and tore him apart Little did he know he was doom from the start.
ReplyDelete"Pain" is just a simple word....
ReplyDeleteIts the thought that does the hurting.
Painful memories of the time, still haunt.
Weeping at my misery.
But F*** it.
Ill slap on that smile, that everyone wants.
But at the end of the day, i know that s*** ain't changed.
We live for today
ReplyDeleteNot knowing of tomorrow
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