My dead lover once told me To pick the reds over the blues For years I tried to comprehend And on his third year death anniversary A friend since child came to me with an envelope A blue and a red "This will determine your future" He said as he slid the envelope across the table towards me "Well, I like blue so I'll just pick blue." My friend was shocked Signalling me not to And that is when I trust my dead lover I chose the red over the blue. That night I cried blood Reading a letter by my dead lover Whom cheated on me more than the years we have been together He was ready to pop the question on our seventh year Because he get a hell of a day by his dad Over cheating on me And a hell from his mom Over making me wait It really caught my attention that year He has changed Until he was dead. Now I am more curious over the blue And when it was handed to me on our suppose to be tenth year anniversary I cried blood again To know he never loved me the way I loved him To know it was a deal with the friend who gave the envelopes To know my friend was a cancer survivor To know my friend gave me to him because he thinks he could not lived long And look who died first. No one knew why No one expected it But now I'm married to the person I never noticed.
A tribute to a person who is a follower of my writing blog since the start. Congratulations, and may your marriage is blessed!
I thought of anything that could **** me Hate, Love, Pressure, Trust, Friends, Maybe everything. Maybe it won't **** me in weeks to come Maybe one year, Two years or more Maybe never, You won't know, right?
I loved him, you know? More than any lovers I ever had And people would not believed me Because I never met him Touched him I only see him from the screen Well, Distance does not matter to me I would rather stay away from him Than seeing him every day But, *All is gone.
On a light raining day I sat by the river bank My wrist ached My heart flows out through my eyes My mind screamed from my hand A flick of the sharp razor Brings peace to me.
On a light raining day I sat at my window seat My wrist ached Like the other day by the river bank There's no one in the house, I thought This is a perfect chance To run away from this hideous life And so does every other day I thought of that I failed.
On a stormy night In my room The only light of the night From the moon it shone passed my window To every area of my room Lifeless shadow dance around And there is me on the same window seat Smiling weakly at the outside world This time I'll be gone for sure, I thought Blame it on me for being weak Blame it on me for taking in the negative But also blame my parents and the world Blame them for giving me pressure Blame them for being stereotypical.
On a sunny day Where children are laughing And a lifeless me on my bed The pain was unbearable But the blood flowing out made me smile A weak smile on my face Is what they saw when they found me The face of my parents The pain that struck them The pain that struck me It may be the same Call me a selfish young lady But it was worth it All the pain The loss of blood Everything.