Fate will make our paths cross
But is it what I want? My future is someone else's, and soon it will be yours.
People say we are for each other, but is it truly so? A companionable silence will follow but nothing will grow. They say time will bring us love
I think not. Acceptance will grow but not of love
Love eludes me in this destiny, this cage I'm trapped in
My choices are yours, your choices are others
We are what they define us to be.
Love for us - It's nothing but an illusion
The only love we will ever have is to forever be
With the idea of love.
At that moment in time
my heart was beating to loud to hear anything else
my tears were falling so fast
the rain could not compare
the look in my eyes gave it all away
the look in your eyes told me you were ready to let me in
could that have been your gaol?
reaching for the last thing that put me in control.
I just want you t know
that I can never let you go
If i could set flames to flowers
and if I could burn the memories
I would fly away with the ashes in the breeze
and i'll stare in to your bruised eyes from a distance
like two moons staring back at me
and I'll try not to listen
because every I love you was lie
Who invented the lie?
How smart was he
To make such an action
A gift to the ridiculed
A weapon to the a elite
A curse to the oppressed
Such a lovely thing
A lie can be
To hide true intentions
To tease the population
Yet so powerful it could be
To fool anyone
To lead people on
One great temptress
The best thing it does
Is to fool oneself
To forget everything
To live in your own world
Thus, it is used
Thus, it is loved
Thus, it is needed
By the likes of you and I.
Hope is a myth.
To live is to die, to die is to die, there is no hope.
I see the world ashen, aflame, burned, scorched, molten, squelched.
My soul thirst for that which is right; it cries out for goodness, is weeps for justice!
The world mourns the dead, I mourn the world.
All my rising is a burden, better had it been if I was never born than to witness the destruction of the world I came into.
Life is an unending road of burning tires and weeping mothers. All my hope is turned to despair.
One day after smoking a dime of bud,
I smeared oil and dirt to look like footprints on the stairs.
"That will fix those obnoxious bitches", I thought.
Then I sat in my room waiting for my housemates to come down,
While sexting a man I never met face to face. ;)