"Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine, I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine"
    How come life can't be that elegant
With the one you love
Humming tunes of romance
Wasteing the day away
"A million tomorrows will all fade away, there I forgot all the joy that was mine today..."
     Memories of joy and delight
Dangling on a chain
Taunting us with our wildest dreams
Calling for us to dream about
Waiting..hoping....daydreaming......

All I want is you,
and right now in my crazy life thats all I know is real and true.
These games we play,
they are bad for my mental health.
So through these words I want to show you
we should be something else.
Something more then just good friends,
something more that never ends.

I give you my all everyday,
you say things to get my hopes up then let me down in everyway.
But I'm still here holding on,
wondering if I'm reading you wrong.
Cause half the time is seems you want me too,
and half the time its like your screaming Fu** you.

I've fallin in love with a man who cant trust
And you know what they say,
theres no us without trust.
No matter how I show my loyalty
it doesnt matter cause Ill always be
the girl you can't trust,
the girl you can't love,
the girl you don't even think of.

But I'm still here hopeing for you too see,
that someday all your going to want is me.

By Me, the Great Duncan

Fickle and ever indecisive,
Destiny such a mistress
Taunting at my soul,
Yet,
When it shines in your favor,
Such a shine, shimmering with your jubilation for everyone to see

Hopeing was now a tired act,
Always the same night, same time,
Deep in sleep wanting nothing more,
Than to wake to someone,
Anyone to just ease this,
This tragic ironic loneliness I had put myself in

"Why?!" I screamed to the heavens of my dark ceiling,
Calling a question that mockingly,
Never was answered,
Yet

No more,
Live,
I whisper to the glass and grass,
Flowing and burning,
Mimicking the nights,
Speeding by,
Blurs on a deserted and dark, desolated highway, thumbing my way down,
Trying, searching,
For the tell tale signs of destiny,
Shimmering on the horizon,
Till,

Finally, in a bar,
"Let the night begin!" We yell as we begin our hunt,
Laughing, yet always on the scout,
Never seeing her,
Passing oh so close,
Almost!
The clock ticked down,
Closer and closer as Destiny,
That fickle mistress of my nightmares,
As deemed fit,
I met her tonight,
For all my cries in the night,
For all my past failures,
For all the ones lost,
I would find the one,
I've been asking for,
But only just,
As the clock,
Ticks,
Down,
Ever,
Closer,
Till...

She smiles sweetly,
I see her, only her,
The rest is blurred,
Distorted in the wake,
Of the beauty,
Radiating,
Only for me

Another smile,
From on high,
Destiny laughs,
We embrace,
A sigh,
Happily,
My question answered,
"Why?!" I had screamed,
Her,
Destiny answered

Dear family
I know I always seem busy
The devil is trying to get me
I'm M.I.A
And I know that you miss me.

I'm sorry that I've been distant.
Seems everything changed in an instant.
My life is so inconsistent.
I don't know what I'm missing.
Family time, I really don't mean to miss it.
My life it's needs some assistance.
But.
I guess my mind is in another place.
Thoughts off in another world.
I started seeing another girl.
Went up and down man what a world.
But now.
I'll focus on my crafts.
Slowly go up old rafts.
This poem's heart felt that I bestest could finish te draft.
This poem's to the ones I love.
The ones that I miss.
Wish it could all just be cured with a hug and kiss.
Sometimes I go up to the lake just to reminisce.
Of all the things I shouldn't have I know it's a list.
Meanwhile, I'm caught up in my self, in my world with no neighbors.
Stay to myself even if I get handed some favors.
Haven't opened up in a while.
Maybe since I was a child.
When's the last time that I smiled.
Drive in my car Til it's on E.
Resorted to consanants and vowels.
I know they wonder what I'm doing.
What I really be persuing.
Hopeing I can save myself.
Some relationships I've ruined.
Some days I wake up and just ask what am I really doing.
They say family is everything, I feel as now it is the truth.
I should spend more time with y'all.
But I spend it living out my youth.
But it's everything I love.
And it's everything I need.
Family love's the cure and drug even though it not ****.

United pairs, fall apart, with a broken heart.
can't they see, it just wasn't meant to be.
Everynight they lay in dark, thinking 'bout,
how there life turned upside down.
Wondering if they'll ever make it throgh.
Knowing that, its just to good to be true.
Till the time comes, when the world reminds them.

Can't you see, your love is a travesty.
But then you remind me, of the good times that we shared.
Can't we be, forever eternity.
Like two locks with one key.
it doesnt have to be;
Every hearts tragedy.

Talking through, there issues, is hard enough.
But looking at, eachothers eyes, they see a great surprise.
Asking why, there love divides, everytime.
Tryin' find, there love inside, it seems to want to hide.
Remembering all that they have been through.
Hopeing that, they can move on too.
Till the time comes, when they feel it inside them.

Can't you see, your love is a travesty.
But then you remind me, of the good times that we shared.
Can't we be, forever eternity.
Like two locks with one key.
It doesnt have to be,
Every hearts tragedy.

Now we see, they come alive, no more fights.
Hold the lies, share their minds, happiness collides.
And now we know that love will find a way.
Until another every hearts tragedy.

Sometimes the most simplistic poems are beautiful.

I eat apples because i'm sad, and I like coke too much;

My gums hurt when I bite into the skin of it.
Reminding me that sometimes, the Pleasures of the things that are simple,
are sublimely painful.
like apples, coke in mouthfuls.
It hurts because my gums bleed from chemical burns of stimulates that are lacking opalescence experiances
Jacking my sails  that left me high and dry.
in all odible sensible seriousness,
I'm ready to cry,
hopeing by the end
that I beg
like the children forced to manufacture it,
Hopeing to die.

But I beckon for that pain
Not out of self destructive gain.
But out of recognition for what i've lost.
The identity of the man drowning in Desolate porcelein desserts and tossed into oceans named after the many emotions i'm swayed by.
Sadness leaves me floating,
Anxiety leaves me floundering, Depression has me drowning.
Not a matter of difference but for the sake of juxtaposition.
When Thoughtfulness is chosen.
Happiness lets me see my position.
Then Confidence puts my gears in motion.
Because i've seen bouys floating,
men in yahts gloating,
Survivers floating,
Kids in rags
Not clothing
But like a light house
Your smile
Glowing

I can't think right now because my teeth hurt. From eating apples and likeing coke too much.
But at least I feel alive

Here lies a boy, physically no different from you,
The quiet one everyone thought they knew,
He would smoke so often he couldn't stop coughing,
Even after everyone's two cents, he was putting nails in his own coffin.
He couldn't shake the thought he was so different, he saw the world no matter the difference.
He saw the world's pain through other people's eyes, as if he was ontop of the world on a skyrise.
He wanted to be your hero no matter the price, to save you and all from their own demise.
He tried to save all within his control, but feeling so different it just made him a fool.
When the time comes for the pardon of his passing,
Do not shed tears for he is in heaven laughing,
Finally joyful he will cry out!
Mother I've missed you! with a great shout!

Through the years he was your number one fan
He was always just your boy classified with the number of a man.
When that dreadful day came he ceased to grow,
By thoughts aged as if He was on death row.
Time will pass without stopping,
Nevertheless he will never stop hopeing.

Hopeing for one day the ones he loved would turn,
From the way of the world, oh! his heart would
burn!
To one day see the ones he held most dear,
For tommorow they will live without fear
For one day they will feel no different from you,
Their life forever changed from a boy they hardly knew.

I write and I write...
But it’s all useless.
All my work is gibberish.
I just rant.
Hopeing something will come to be.
All this pain is still inside me.
It wants to be set free.
So I smoke.
Hopeing it’ll spark inspiration.
Yet instead it either sparks numb or hesitation.

it twisted
when i sat idle
hopeing off her horoscope
online, read a few
after that i do a painting
something like she’d do
little flowers smiling fruit
health veg and neon cities

it hard
when i sit back
tip ma cap down
chillin'
then wham
i slip and gotta climb out a pit
overrun with  a thousand clones of her
muddy and they’re all babbling questions
everything she ever said streams lucid
concerned 'help me’s tangle
soft 'love me’s whisper
i turn
and she asks me to leave

it easy
after a spliff
or a bottle of wine
a slice savoury unconsciousness
any bite of smoke

its wrong
that we’re going to forget this

she’s ignoring it hid round the corner
waiting till i'm gone
jumping into a river of ignorance
blaming it on being young

its
stupid
that i even give a ****

That even i care so much

tho yes
it over

but where do we leave it
somewhere we might find it?
charity shop?
the attic?
maybe she’ll give it to a friend
or she’ll paint over it and just know it was there

on her own she might trace where we drew
and shed just half a sigh
skip a heartbeat and roll back to bed
she’ll wish for that last kiss

but once you’ve killed it its dead

This life brings me angst
But in the gud or bad
I want to gives thankes,










This life gives me apprehension
Seeing yung boyes on DA block
Getting sidekicked and chopped
To DA coppers inventions.





I miss DA streets I once knew, where da boyes treated yuos
Like a girl in fifth sax. I don't care for dose materials. Or da purses no more on ma backe,

J just want to be treated like a human being for once,
Hopeing for like a woman. I don't need the high class Richie Rich, or da poore boyes thuggin. I'm so sick seeing dat bloodin and crip-out. I just want a blood that will be bout da love, not da colors on his house.

The past year seems nothing more then a blur, constant changes, and endless faces, where did our time go,

Something lost,

Once something with potential, you turned your back and walked a dead trail, you’ll see her face and the world turns a dull gray, you’ll end your days with nothing but endless memories,

And promising ways,

You promised the world and all that you could, till I broke your back with my endless ways, you found another, and with her deceit and demanding ways you will disappear, no trace, no goodbye,

Dreaming of a simple hello,

The days with you seem like nothing more then a endless hope and dream, that cant be replaced, puzzle pieces, hopeing, needing, wanting, endless, something that plagues and weighs, I have no words for you,

No deceit,

Maybe I dream to long and sleep to long, hope seems to be the enemy, in this never ending war that buries it weight in my thoughts, and brings lost things that aren’t meant to be found,

Remembered.

Oh he was crying like he should've cared
It was tight ropes and white coats
And she was screaming like he wasn't there
It was old souls and a cold nose

There wasn't much that she could do from there
It was tight ropes and white coats
They were turning her fast in her chair
It was all she could to keep from being good
There tight ropes wrapped around her face
Old souls screaming out her name
White coats chasing her veins oh
With tight ropes and white coats
He was crawling deep in the ground
Hopeing pleading maybe he's found
The only one who ever let him out
But she was wrapped tight and all alone
He should've never left her to her own
He finally found her deep in the earth
Wrapped in white coats with tight ropes
He thought to free her stumbled on no
If he released her oh where would she go
How much longer could keep her in
Tight ropes with white coats
Bleeding seething all alone
So ******
She was all wrapped in tight ropes
They were all standing in white coats
Discussing how much candy she could hold
Before they would have to carry her home.

Is love blind?the punchs come all the time,like its respectful for mankind.what go thought her mind? he,s upset he wont do it the next time.he always come with the same line.as her face gets a new design.she give him love and compassion thats hard to find,hopeing this love was on a incline.for these hateful crimes,but her loyalty was love blind.

There is a girl i sit behind in a class we are asked to hone our craft of writting, producing storys and tales but in my mind poetry stiill prevails, this girl has long light brown hair that flows like silk down her soft face jeweled by her big bright brown eyes that draw me in. She speaks from her heart and can captivate any reader she gives the glorious chance to glimps upon her work. Her words could move mountains with the weight of truth she uses. Still she does not see it, sadley she does not see the gold in her soul, the angelic like perfections that make up her face beauty is not worth the essence of what you trully are, for you make the stars envious with how u shine, your eyes so amazing they are like a rainbow a child sees in the sprinklers reflection to remind every man that deep down is a boy who still thinks the world is full of wonder you give me the same feeling as christmas and just like the grinch u made my heart grow three sizes bigger then nyone thought possible to the more astonishing part you ddnt just make me fall in love with you, you showed me i can love myself even with the times i grunted n growned as u made me look after my health a good nights sleep before you meant nothing, but now with you a dreamer has a reason to sleep hopeing i can see you even a second longer in my head as storys play like projector screens thinkin of the magic it would make me feel if i could only just kiss you, Your lips softly pressing against mine. The idea brings fireworks to my mental imagery, my body becomes lifted full of energy. Like the sky that was once dark and smogy is fresh again, i take a deep breath inhailing the clean air that clenses my heavy soul. I reach my hand over my cheast realizing the heart you stole. Thinkin its safer where it is cuz my hearts a wild animal and its wrong to keep it locked up behind the cage of bone being my ribs. Memories like monkey faces and tickle fights, curved with philosophy and a cold cola dwn my neck while you laugh enough to everyone stare but we diddnt care, whats highschool without silly memories, like asking bout my feet. Or convincing me to keep my dorky hair that never seems to lay flat in the back. Picking jokes at my baggy jeans, stealing sweaters but that part always made me smile thinking something of mine kept you warm, no matter if it was dark or a snow storm know im close to you. The thought of my arms around you, sometimes we might get pulled into dark thoughts, we are tested and pulled, sometimes you might think you have nothing but know you will always have me. I care so much i will never let you forget. Till the life leaves from body and i take my last breath. You are strong, you are smart, you are beautiful. THANK YOU, You made this grumpy man smile.

I woke up in the morning, took a pill or two, open my eyes hopeing something is new,

I look into the mirror, dreading what I might see, but in the reflection was an improved me,

I see all ive ever wanted, best part is i got it, i turn around to hug you, but u dissipate into a fresh morning dew,

I watch from the sidelines as my dreams fly away, I wish U could've been there before my life went grey, there is no life without love, if only u loved me to, we'd be happy and sky's would be blue,

You went from the apple of my eye, to the wings that let me fly, you came from The cream in my coffee, to what makes it frothy, guess i can only say, without you makes my mind stray,

I can't find any other way to tell u I love u more than anyone I've ever met, I even waited in the rain until I was dripping wet, if u don't think I'm insane, please come with me down love lane,


We shall dance in the Stars, and kiss within the rain, as ive said before, without your love id be insane, **** without you id lose my brain,

Without u I'm constantly in pain, forgive me for my lies, forgive me if I died, coz without u I have no life,

This over whelming saddness, is one caused by maddness, if only us were a thing, and you furfilled my dreams.

Thomas, He's amazing..
Yet that dosent even come close to describing his true meaning.
He's not afraid of his fears, because he knows that fear has no place in his heart when it comes.
He's a lover of many, and steals there hearts was he walks in the room:)
He looks over his shoulder and as do I.. He smiles his glowing smile and I smile back, but that was all.
Loyal, he keeps his promises.. And never fails to forget.
Loving, he forgives the ones who have caused him pain and moves on..
Hopeing, he chases after his many dreams, and without a doubt I know he will achieve them!
Blessed, he Uses his god given gifts and lifts others up
Determined, he rebukes the curses that others throw at him and,
Rejoicing, he smiles :)


...to define him? Its impossible...
But he's an amazing friend.. A friend whose always been there..
he's someone I wish I could be like..
He's amazing...

Im going for a walk. A walk to clear my head. Clear it right out. Take away the memories, burn away the knowledge, i don't care. Everything need's to be moved out of my mind and thought's and sold at a garage sale for all i care. This fresh air isnt working. Where's my lighter, come here cancer. I take a deep breath in and take in all the toxin's with it, hopeing maybe a chemical reaction will effect everything going on in my head, melting away everything. Step, inhale, step, exhale. While blowing out the toxin, i blow out my thought's and memory and walk right back into them. Blow by blow, im taking them for you. Puff by puff, im taking these in for sanity. Half way done and block's from home i keep looking over my shoulder hoping maybe you or someone like you will follow quickly after. Oh cigarette, why must the comfort you bring over me disappear once you've left me? But like you, the cigarette did not respond, because the cigarette was gone and out of my hand's. Out of reach. So i stand there, looking at the empty space where the just barely burning end of the cigarette settles into place and i just watch the snow take over. I watch the once visibly lit cigarette turn black and into ash's. Even though the cigarette's burnt out, im still standing here, uncertain as to why im here, but im here and im waiting. I will wait until dusk and if the spark comes back, i will move at the paste the spark moves. Just to make sure i stay with it. But if not, i will go home and i will relight another cigarette, hoping maybe this is the right one.

poems
my friends my family
the only thing i have to help
when im lost and have no one to turn to
i grab my only hope for survival
this cruel world ruined me

poems
my own counselor and consultant
i have been cursed with evil emotions
yet i harness them in my poems
hopeing for them to leave my soul

poems
always there for me to write
always there for me to enjoy
my only means of entertainment
unless i watch the blood flow

poems
my key to a world unknown
my adventure on this wretched planet
unchained and ready to ****
my last poem still unwritten

poems
still in all of us
like an unknown power
a single poem could save humanity
but still they remain lost to poetry

poems
our last hope to rescue us from the dark
our light at the end of the tunnel
can we really let it go
we thrive to let our emotions know
our lives are not a show

poems
releasing us from the currents
having faith in the poets
the made us who we are today
look in the mirror and write a poem

poems
are the end of the apocalypse
we ended a war inside of us
hoping to end the war in humanity

poems
our own savior from the chains
our master of words
elegant in nature
and true in your words

poems
you steal the air in my lungs
you stop my heart
you are the one we love
dont hide from us

poems
the truth untold
and today you are told
the path you have paved is the one i shall stay on

June. 1876. Chief Sitting Bull gives of his body , cutting his arms , to give of himself to his
Grandfather the creator .
Two days of dancing before the great sun , then came the vision .
White man will fall from the sky like locust with no ears to hear I give them to you
Do not take from the body's. *****  '.

My school cap started to fly around the play ground , I wasn't to have brought in my
Queens carrage with horses and now my cap was missing !
  
As far as the eye could see. Chief Sitting Bull had amassed.
Lakota , Sioux and Cheyenne Warriors ,
'. This will be a. Good day to die '.

My men had gone on ahead , I just had to see what my Scoat had seen for himself ,
and climbed up on a ridge .
As far as the eye could see. Savages. Armed to the hilt.
Feeling the blood drain from my face   , what had I done , would I ever see My little Sunbeam again ?
Coming in form the playground I proudly told miss I was. Custard. , a wry smile came over
her face , '. You mean. Custar. , ' .  Bemused I replied. No Custard. Miss I was Custard ' .

The custard jug spun round and around , and around. ,
with every child hopeing , praying not me .
Not my turn to eat its skin , oh but someone had to
Would it be my turn today ?

Yet. Someone had to that was the name of the game. , to see. The joy on
their faces. , the bemusement of others. for the sorrow of one .

















A Wagon in hospital , along with. Cowboys and a horse.
A. Doctor. Awaited. ,
'. Oh. What a. Brave boy. (. to see. The Doctor alone on my own ? )
Here's. a. Syringe you Brave boy . '.


Yet we sang Yellow submarine in the playground , played football. With concrete
Seats. Tennis ***** .
and looked out for Sir .
We played Bull dog  ,
Swopped. Football bubblegum cards for Gordon Banks or Bobby Moore .









and eat bom boms and sugary treats out of white. Paper bags ,
and Golden nuggets. Straight out of the box .

'. Bang bang your dead '
   Bang  bang your dead '
    The gun slinger came over. As I sat quietly on the ridge .
    I had a lot to learn about death it seemed .
The Seventh Cavalary were being shot at  by the ravine
Heads severed. , scalped , body's mutilated. ,
Bang , bang , bang , shots fired at will. , death a heart beat away , and a ****** end
Custar s. Men shell shocked. Awaited the Indians. Granddad. In the sky
The Indians. plundered. Ransacked what was left , forgotten Sitting Bulls words .
Now where ever they may stand forever on this White mans land .

'. The Beatles have split '. What ?  Why would a Beatle split I asked myself ?
We were all waiting to go in lineing up one by one
To find our own coats with pegs and and hats and cartoon cats and name tags.

Sunday School. Plastic shields and swords .
' Now remember
I am a star that shines so bright sending true seekers here tonight '
Ashford Congrigational  Sunday
'Sunday 18.  September. 2016
Then I looked up and there before me were four horns ,!  
I asked the Angel. What are these ?  
These are the horns that have scattered. Israil and Jeruslem .
Then the Lord showed me the four craftsmen
What are these for ?
These are the horns that have scattered Judah.
so that no one could raise his head ,
But the craftsmen have come to terrify them ,
and throw down these horns
Who have lifted up their horns against. the land of Judah. and scatter its people.

The paster lifted his head , '. You are the craftsmen  , now raise your hand
If you agree
And many did .

She never understood,

why she got hit,

what she did wrong,

why he was so mad,

she tried to do things right,

but it never mattered,

he still hit her,

she is so tired of being hurt,

but she can't leave,

the man has her heart,

so she stays,

beatin and bruised,

hopeing one day,

he will love her.

I was
I was feeling
and I was thinking,
and I was wondering,
and I was hopeing,
Dad was
he came to me and he said
then he
and he also,
and he also,
he said to me
while he was
I said to him
and I pretended,
and I thought,
and I felt,
and I wanted to,
and I wanted him to,
when he left, I
and I thought,
and I felt,
and now I think,
and I wonder
and I feel,
and I want to say this to Dad.

You allowed me to move from place to place
I wish you could see the tears on my face

You ripped my heart out of my chest
Now all I feel is anger and detest

I wish you were feeling all of this pain
I'm hopeing that it will drive you insane

Every tear that I shed
It fills me with dread
It easy to say that to me you are dead

If you ever decide its time to leave me alone
Please take my hearts pieces when you go
Ill bury myself in brimstone and fire
Hopeing one day you'll return my desire.

love me like you would love yourself
love me harder than a rock
love me till love gives out
love is what its all about
love like the oceans waves
quieter than the birds gaze
genteler than a hoping heart
its a start
love me till the end

You know what hurt me the most, Larry's last words dying on the phone, "make it better with your dad, you know you love him son" those words stuck in my head the scars have begun, dont Think I'm writing for fun, cuz I tried, you turned your back like it was a lie, Larry's last wish I'd defied, he didn't know the real you, was that a factor, through his eyes, you were a caring chapter, the very next page and I was the laughter, the very next day was disaster, Larry had passed, I didn't do what he had asked, when I told him I would, deep in my mind I was hopeing I could, deep in my thoughts he words are still put, deep in my heart I hate you for good


Farther, mother, Brother, sis, someone pull me from abyss,
Larry im sorry soul, i tried for you but now i fold,
Farther, mother, Brother, sis, someone pull me from abyss,
Larry im sorry bro, i tried for you and i can't let go.

Little love in this heart
Thinking I liked someone that broke my heart
Think I'd heal and start again
But just break down again
The little love I have
From my wasted days in bed
Where I heal myself and heart too
Hopeing I'd find someone soon.

Writing is like standing in the middle of no where
that's where we begin, and hopeing the day will get better
and the sun will shine on what's now seems so dim
the pen, the hand, will then begin
and the brain will kick in.

When do we truly stop being men of god
When we commit sin or when we stop listening
I didn't notice when I stopped being a man of god
I let my whole life spiral through my very own hands in such a way that now I don't even know if I can find a way back to my Lord
I had every thing
I was the envy of many
But mostly i knew I was always with him
Now with a few bad decisions I'm down
Down and depressed I am hopeing he will come back to me
Hoping that with at least one little touch even on the tips my finger he can bring light back into my dark world
I plea and beg him too return
I'm so depressed and hurt
No one comes to my aid
Every afternoon I plead that he'll come back into my life
I ask for forgiveness and help
This is my darkest moment
I want him to return
If he doesn't I have no choice
I have to end it

I never understood the concept of a broken heart.
I've always questioned why someone would put their life, dreams, and soul into a glass jar and throw it to another person hopeing that the person wouldn't let the jar slip through their finger tips and fall to the cement below. Just the thought of giving myself to another human and hopeing they want to make sure my glass doesn't crack makes me feel woozy. And if the person lets the jar slip from their fingers, if that person doesn't make sure the glass won't crack, you have to deal with your whole world shattering on the **** cement. I've never understood why people do that, until I met him.
He made me believe there was a protective layer around my glass. That even if my glass was thrown across a room as hard as he could throw it, it wouldn't even crack.
So I handed him my jar and he hung it inches above the floor by a string that was fraying in the middle. He swing it back and forth on a knife blade waiting for the string to break. Now, I've never understood the concept of a broken heart, but the day the string finally broke, I felt my whole being shatter on the ground. I felt chunks of myself being broken into little shards and the small pieces went everywhere. I may not understand the concept of a broken heart, but I now know that I never want to.

heaven's call
bight and gentle
hope for the best
love no less
angel guides you deep
into the world of love
into loves gentle arms
they cradle you close
they protect you from evil
their wings spread wide

there they lay full of hope
there they stay
arms open wide
they pull you in
they whispear in your ear
telling you what not to do

hopeing for the best
loves first kiss

Two true hearts have been broken
So many words left unspoken.
Sad eyes like daggers in my heart,
Dreaming of a day when we dont have to part.
They say true love is hard to see,
But I feel it every time you are close to me.
My heart has been stolen,
My eyes are left swollen.
I can not fight alone,
I feel my heart turning to stone.
Before you walk away from me,
I am begging you to hear my plea.
I am asking you to stay and fight with me.
I can no longer ask you to stay because of the words you chose to say.
If you choose to go I will understand, but I really wish you would just take my hand.
So I turn to the lord and pray that you can feel my heart reaching out to you. Hopeing you see that my love for you is true.
Our situation is far from ideal, but it is my heart that you did steal.
I am dying inside without you, my heart screaming out to you.
I need you to stand beside me and believe that one day we can leave.
Believe with me that our hearts are so strong, that we cant possibly be wrong.

Watching as they run and hide
Staring at his wooden fence
Waiting for the time to abide
Hopeing he was dense

Holding sacks filled to the brim
With there cheeky smile
This is starting to look grim
I was hoping they wait awhile

I stared with despair
As they dropped the bag
Seemed like everything  left me,
even the air.