I feel bad for women who date online.
There are good men in this world, I swear.
Not every man who walks the earth wastes his breath and your time,
with cro-magnon scribbles from a mind so bare,
that it comes as a surprise they managed even to write one line,
much less something so cerebral as this:
                              "Yo, prety gurl. Liek yur pic,
                                I so >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
                               Wanna see mah ****?"

So deep, right? What Socratic genius might have penned such lines?
Surely not even Shakespeare or Keats could craft words so divine!
I am so sorry, women who date online.
Truly, I'm sorry, on behalf of mankind

i love you
i love you
i love you


i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you

i need you
i need you
i need you
i need you



i miss you


i miss you

  

                                                    please come back

Shame on you for not loving me back
Shame on you for not staying
Shame on you for not making me stay
Shame on you for...
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on
*Shame on me, for hoping, believing and loving, and living.

But in the end
what unites us is not
the menacing sins of the past
but the braving hope
for the future

She had the mind of a demon,
the heart of a lover,
the eyes of a sailor,
and the mouth of a poet.

I saw you.
In a room full of people,
Yet sitting by yourself.
Head to fist,
And black kissed your lips.

I saw you.
With your headphones In,
Drowning out the world around you
Won't you just let us in?

I saw you.
Wearing a veil of black,
with your paper white skin,
and death-ridden cheeks.

I saw you
and your hesitant smile.
With eyes that laid dormant,
From all the revile

I saw you today.
When you thought no one was looking,
and im yelling for you,
Shouting I'm here.

The worst thing you could ever do to love,
is when you worship love,
rather than embrace it.

She takes her defeats silently
So as not to inconvenience the others
She keeps them inside
Because she is the happy one
But what happens when one looses their identity?                  
She is torn
Between
Resigning, done trying
Sad is what she's become
Or rising triumphant,
The return of the sunshine
That seems so distant in the meantime
Blocked by thunder clouds of something that could have been
And
loneliness
(Because although she is surrounded by friends                                
And people she loves
She takes the defeats silently.)

"These hands are never meant to be apart"