I draw a picture A simple fixture. Of two vertical bodies at vertical ends, do you see the picture. A verbal description of a beautiful beginning with each other they never felt richer, he had won her heart so I named him victor. Her heart in his hand a solid pitcher he caught it one hand.How could you not understand. One heart one hand her boy her man. He grew inside her she became his home she held her own against all kinds of foe he relished in her midst he thought love was a myth a mixture a blend of two perfect chemicals now do you see where it all began one kiss sealed her lips. The ending to many scripts and clips was the beginning to their bliss. All this because with a song she stole his heart he knew from the start she had won the part. Number one on his charts. You couldn't take her part. You couldn't keep them apart. She was the apple of his heart :)

Lost in a pool of darkness, A place unknown to me when it comes to you,I struggle to breath I struggle to voice my sadness or my greive, I watch in dispair as we drift apart like two leaves,having grown together on the same branch,now fall from the red autum oak and drift away, propelled by the cold wind of fate. As I look into your eyes I see hatred from where it blooms I cannot explain, we were the best of friends I was your clyde you were my bon bon we swore nothing would come between us,why is this hapning, why do you hate, me but tell me you love me I am confused I cannot bare the tension anymore its tearing me up inside I feel like my heart is being torn apart, I need to know where we went wrong tell me now I need to fix this ,for soon there will be nothing left to fix .

Selfish I tell you selfish I see you have a grand smile there Can I walk all over you if you don't mind? can I stab you in the back while your not looking while I'm at it I,ll be quick in and out your life you won't even know I was here.Thanks for being a looser and bailing me out please don't call me if you need help too this relationship only works one way.Being the nice guy ***** I'm sure that's what they say about me to themselves.The girls oooh their their worst.He bought me flowers and carried my bag and put me in a cab he didn't even try to take advantage of me his such a gentlemen his so sweet let me bang his best friend his I'm sure he,ll love that .No wonder there arnt much of us left with this kind of treatment who in their right mind would stick around not me certainly.

We speak a languege only we understand from the day your hand found my hand our love is not difficult to understand but cannot be explained, you know all my secrets and I know yours, no lies no secrets and no wars afraid to fall yes I am                                      Fall for you no I am not.                                  I explained to you my fears you comforted me assured me I had nothing to worry about she was diffrent she made no promices but her voice sounded like promice itself I flanged my insecurities hoping she would head for the heals but she stayed and she was going nowhere. She told my wounds were fresh and that they needed to heal and she would nature me through my pain and hope that one day I,ll give her a chance to prove to me she she's diffrent.                                                                     She never asked me to trust her but I did   She never asked me to love her yet I did     And Despite all the significant others she signified me. She was my home, my nest, my den, my cradle  where I found peace from the vultures who tried to devour my meat but most importantly the reason why I loved with everything I had was because she sighed when I had to go                        She frowned wen I left                                 She cried when I was gone                        She smiled when I retured.                           If you find anyone who goes through this emotional rollercoaster for you grab her with both arms and never let her go..........

We speak a languege only we understand from the day your hand found my hand our love is not difficult to understand but cannot be explained, you know all my secrets and I know yours, no lies no secrets and no wars afraid to fall yes I am                                      Fall for you no I am not.                                  I explained to you my fears you comforted me assured me I had nothing to worry about she was diffrent she made no promices but her voice sounded like promice itself I flanged my insecurities hoping she would head for the heals but she stayed and she was going nowhere. She told my wounds were fresh and that they needed to heal and she would nature me through my pain and hope that one day I,ll give her a chance to prove to me she she's diffrent.                                                                     She never asked me to trust her but I did   She never asked me to love her yet I did     And Despite all the significant others she signified me. She was my home, my nest, my den, my cradle  where I found peace from the vultures who tried to devour my meat but most importantly the reason why I loved with everything I had was because she sighed when I had to go                        She frowned wen I left                                 She cried when I was gone                        She smiled when I retured.                           If you find anyone who goes through this emotional rollercoaster for you grab her with both arms and never let her go..........

suddenly you didn't matter anymore. Suddenly hellos and goodbyes were just routine. suddenly seeing you was just a way to pass time. A reminder of another different time. where you were all mine and everything was fine But now this is a different time. Loving you is my job and I'm never on time my love is part time and your woking over time and kissing someone else is suddenly not a crime. Remember when we use to call time together clock time? Because with you a second was a minute and minute was an hour I could never get enough of you. With you I spent all of my free time and my spare time. if I couldn't find time I would seek time. remember that time? It was prime time. we would be together all time and whenever I needed you babe you would be here quick time, we loved each other big time but now whenever we text I look at your response time .it went from no time to extra time until I realised texting you was a waste of time and I decided it was checkout time don't get me wrong I got nothing against time but I feel like time was against us all the time.