My Heart will Sing with so much tears in this summers rain
That know other will see or hear but me
I written You this Note and here is how it goes
I didn't want to let You see the pain the tears in my eye's
Because the pain I feel is in the summers sky's
Because we belong together in some other life
I didn't want to let You go but this is how our story goes
We had already known that one day somebody has to go
So I had written You this note within my soul that I am already gone
I know we had to move on
We didn't belong in eachothers arms
We had known this from the start
And if we would had said different we would had lied
I want You to know it doesn't matter it is already written
We could never make this right no matter how much we try
So I written this note to say I am already gone
But know this I never meant to make you cry on that
Hot summers night
But we both had seen it written in each others eye's we have
To say our goodbyes it is written in that summers skies
My Heart will always have a place for You that Loves You so
My Heart will Sing in that summers rain
But know other will hear it or see it but me
I written You this note to say I love you but we both already
Know how this story will end .
Crying your name
holding back the tears flowing
in a room alone
Balance is One for its holism,
and also is Two for extremes;
Balance is Three, if we count poles and fulcrum,
Four as the frustum supporting the scheme;
Five as the point of a dangling star,
and in tongues intertwining as Six;
in Seven, the Balance of nature and heart,
and infinite Eight, as two planes intermixed;
Balance is Nine, an ideal Foundation,
crystallized into the Ten,
which resolves into One, and then into Naught...
...to seek Balance all over again.
And you'll learn to hate me,
But still call me baby.
And I am trying to walk away,
But your holding me, saying you love me.
And I've got no fight left with'in me.
Baby, you've got it wrong.
Save your soul.
Before its too late.
And nothing can be done.
Before you are too far gone.
And you'll learn to hate me.
But still call me baby.
Never think of whats in your heart.
And that's what kills me.
Don't call me baby.
Call me by my name.
Cause this isnt working and I've got to go.
Before its too late.
And you're pulling, trying get me to stay.
screaming you love me.
But I've got no fight left with'in me.
It can take a second...a second to realize when your actions have created complete chaos and permanent damage.
A second to late, before your conscious kicks you in your sleep, Not allowing you to sleep at night
While your mind races, like it's trying to not crash at the Grand Pixs
like its running from all its well thought out mistakes, like it's escaping all it ever may have promised too commit.
"Why do we make these mistakes? if we know the outcome of the cause?
why do we feign for the thought of despair and pain? Only to have self pity of what we have allowed to be lost?"
Judge me. Please. Judge me.
I need it every second, every moment.. as I walk the streets of this un controlled land
I won't dare stare back though, I won't ever judge the soul of another man...
it's not in my plans.
But neither were all my seconds I have lost where I've created so many mistakes.
A broken Heart, Painfully tears, a perfect home in which my wrath caused emotional tremors from my earthquakes.
It took a second...It took a moment. Something else literally could of happened if I just thought things through...
but these moments weren't my fault at all, no...wait!
It was YOU!
In my mind,
the fight was a result of your undying love for me,
an act of protection,
for your fair maiden.
I was the perfect damsel in distress,
dragging you away from the bad guy.
How I ever managed to daydream,
over the screams
and the struggling,
is beyond me.
As you gracefully caved in the guys skull
with your elegant knee,
painting a watercolour of red on the concrete,
I stood back and watched.
Each drop of blood,
that splattered the night scarlet,
mirrored a drop of the salty tears
running down my cheek.
I wanted him to get back up
and smash your beautiful face into a perfect Picasso.
He didn't do anything but lie in his own river.
I wanted to be washed away with it.
Instead, I had to watch you triumphantly step back from your kill,
the picture of alpha male,
and look for your mate.
Why won't you capture me?
Because you want her.
My best friend.
The one who I should be comforting,
for having two guys so in love with her that they'd kill each other
I'm scared if I place a hand on her shoulder,
I might crumble.
I could leave my soft white mark on you,
if you just gave me the chance.
But maybe you like the chill,
the chance to pull her closer.
I can't look anymore.
I step over the battlefield and make my way down the street.
I see her get in a taxi
with the guy you just half bludgeoned to death to win her heart.
I see you stood amongst the wreckage,
confusion on your war wounded face,
not knowing what went wrong.
Just like I gave in and cared about you.
What idiots we are.
Somebody punch me in the face.
I heard them rummaging through your drawers,
the click of the stopper
pulling them all the way out
searching under shin guard socks and boxer briefs
for the warm companions
of the beer cans they saw you throw
from your dorm room window.
I heard you knocking on your neighbors door,
begging them to hide your bottle of rum
in exchange for something
you'd think of later.
A slurred IOU.
A "pretty, pretty please."
Dear god, how could this be me?
I heard you exhale through your smile
after I kissed you
on the other side of your closed door
stealing my heart
weeks before you got caught.
I heard my cotton t-shirt move against my skin
as you rubbed your hand up and down my back
smoothing out the knots
and pulling me closer.
I heard my phone ring after security left
your room. I watched your name glow
on my screen through sleepy eyes.
But you didn't hear me answer it,
and you didn't hear me ask you to stay,
and you didn't hear me ask you anything.
I didn't ask you for anything.
All you heard was what you wanted to hear.
I'm really done listening.
For most Blessings your Beauty's Name deserve
For all your Years with his Heart's Throne prevail
For Merry Months his Basic Love conserve
For your True Self will a Greater Love avail
For your Inner Light such Heart's Strength at-Will
For Living Prayers soothe your Tears Divine
For Emptied Vessels as Richer Flowers fill
For Rainy Sun as Sunny Moon subside
For such Crisp Life as Kinder Roads do Pave
For Time announce your History as FRIEND:
For LADY your own's Plombed Title will Save
For LIFE the Delightful Healer will Spend.
Remember your Name that be Ambered in Verse
A Heart melts such Fine by Gold reimburse.
Draw closer to Jehovah and He will draw closer to You
Just try and see what his love will bring
provided you're willing to demonstrate actual honesty
With open heart of true Love of agape
Hold on to Your dreams and let Jehovah set Your heart
Free from all Your agonys
Never give up on who You truly are a friend a slave of
Our true God Jehovah
For He can always see intentions written upon one's heart
Stop playing games and come clean otherwise
His Spirit may soon depart
Jehovah transcends the boundaries of time
You may not able to change Your past
But You can change Your future if You take the steps
That Jesus Christ lead out for You to take
Stand in true faith and hold on to what is true
Teach about Jehovah's Kingdom ,Freedom with everlasting Love
without fasting or mere dreaming
There is nothing new under the sun when it comes to Jehovah's Love
Start by freely accepting Salvation's of his true gift
which was provided by the Divine One
Keep close to Jehovah our God and he will draw closer to You
For He always inhabits our praise of true spiritual Love
Open your mouth and sing on high to our King with joy
during the remainder of your days hold on to Your faith
No matter what this old darkened world may bring Your way
Just sing out Jehovah's name on high and let this old world
See it will not take You down
Draw closer to Jehovah and He will draw even closer to Your soul
Know that He dearly covets a lasting relationship with you
And all his slaves and friends to the very end
Life is a challenge but not a game
But if it was You play to win to the very end
dripping with nostalgia.
gilded with gold
from the passage of time.
romanticized in afterthought,
idealized until unrivaled with the present.
overcome with homesickness for times
filed away in her memory.
She felt her heart
constricting her throat,
and she quietly
swallowed her spirit
could snake up higher
and mount a pulse of pressure
behind her blurry eyes.
It tasted like
cotton candy dripping with twinkling sugar,
like the smoky air of a campfire,
like blown out birthday candles and dripping wax.
A shattering explosion of memories in her mouth,
leaving her with