I kept looking for you in the people, helplessly
Hoping this clear night could have just a little less empty
Life had other plans set aside for you and me
I dreamed of having kids and something more for free

I'm selling souls by the quick dime for a moment of paradise
You're selling prescriptions for people in a convincing disguise
Trying to pay for my vices, I'm not the only one
Can you picture this and I've got it all done

Mondays were the best days
Tuesdays and Wednesdays passed away in the worst way
We could spend Thursday night, instead we'd lose sight of Sunday
I wonder how we even made it this far into the night

Those colored dreams turned into nightmares
And troubled time conjured up more pain, hopelessly ensnared
I wish I could brought it in with my hard-earned pay
To the table, but we spent it on cheap stuff anyway

I wonder how you're gonna resist this
If I leave, you won't even follow me
To the depths of hell, can you picture this
Now we need a fix for this oxygen crisis
In a quarantine that has got us all feeling useless

Missing out or
being left beind
which is worse?




As if you had the choice ...

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

As much as I want to open up and be selfless,
People give me a reason to keep everything to myself.....
My love, my feelings, my trust and my time.....!

I just want you to know
That I'll never care
How far you push me away
Because when I told you
That I would stay
I meant it
You are a little lost
And a little damaged
But you aren't hopeless
I know who you are
I love who you are
And that's why I'll stay
So you learn to
Love Yourself too....!

This is the part of my life where I silently remove myself from anyone who hurts me more than they love me, drains me more than they replenish me, brings me more stress than they do peace, and tried to stunt my growth rather than clap for it.
I think I’ve done more than enough talking and trying to make things work with certain people.......I’m done!

Bells, procedures; and
Students learn to break a heart
Before tie a shoe