The say your bad
Or perhaps your mad
Or at least you
Should stay undercover
Your mind must be bare!
If you would dare
To think you can love
More than one lover

Is there a genuine,
              Me ....
        Under all these masks ????.....

I want to thank you for a few things.
Thank you for letting me love you and allowing me into your life for as long as you did.
Thank you for loving me back and showing me that there are people who like me.
Thank you for caring as much as you did and for listening to everything I complained/talked about. And thank you for sharing your secrets with me and letting me share mine with you.
I would never share them with anyone.
I’m not going to do anything to hurt you or make you look bad.

I harbor no resentment towards you.
I only have love and I wish the best things in the world for you.
At the same time, I selfishly wish things could have ended on a different note.
I am not bitter nor angry.
I find no fault in the decision you made because
I can only see beautiful things when
I look at you and only think beautiful thoughts about you and for you.  
I know we won’t have time to talk in person,
so you can read this on your own.
Also, if I said this stuff in person
I would probably cry,
like I always do........

Lost my self trying to please everyone else....
        Now im losing everyone else trying
          to find myself ......

When the day is done for the infantry,
they bow their heads and take a knee,
they clasp their hands and start to pray,
that they may live another day,
should a challenge for them ever arise,
they would proudly meet it with open eyes,
soldiers fight with the honor and pride,
moving any and all fear to the side,
a soldier's family and freedom is his core,
for wanting to ever fight a war.

Welcome to my broken home,
There's nobody here I'm all alone.

The walls they scream of things once said,
They constantly echo in my head.

The door in front it never closes as people never stay,
The hatred and guilt always drives them away.

So welcome to my broken home I don't have anything to offer you,
No love, no face I'm out of place and there's not much I can do.

I sit in here and do nothing at all,
But stare at these empty walls.

It portrays the life of hurt and hate,
My destiny, my anguish, my solitaire fate.

It's like a projection screen playing a never ending show,
It's like it's in slow motion, so painfully slow.

So run now from my broken home, keep the door open as you leave,
Because being trapped in here I still need air to breathe.

Tell now about my broken home of all things heard and said,
Because even as a woman that house still lives in my head.

That little girl trapped inside, well that little girl is me,
Even though I'm older now the horrible thoughts won't me be.

Memories of another time still come

To me and fill my mind, with thoughts.  
Of you when you were young.
I lie awake
'Till the morning sun comes creeping
Through my window shade,
as I dwell upon
 Mistakes I've made.
What I would give to

Go back in time and feel your little

Hand in mine.
To cherish each fast and

Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss

Away, each pain that life will have in

Store and try to give you so much more.

You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me.
While I'm
Here, I want to say, that I've loved you

Each and every day and when my time on

Earth is gone.

The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.