Paint my life the way you see it. Rip down the blocks I have placed in front of you. Let yourself roam my mind, and see what you fail to realize. Lift me up and show yourself how ruthless you have been. My life is meaningless, I am just an image trapped in a 9x12 frame.
All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we had. All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. Sick and full of pride. All we do is drive.
Your love hanged me high And watched me sway A puppet with a master placed in a play *What if you go What if you stay? What does it matter to you anyway? It's all written down and the stage is set The drama ensues and my lines are said As I choke You pulled the string tight and cut all my ties but your rope never broke and those puppy dog eyes made me forget
You feel so real this must be free will Your hand on mine is no more a guide than a dot is a line fingers long and divine purchase grip on my spine and I really start to shine a star with a mind all its own Super nova behind my closed eyes Your love is asphyxiation and gets me so high I can't breathe without it I'll never kick the habit **I'm addicted to an addict
Sometimes I look at it and see my father Sometimes, my addictions, Or my peers. Other times I see it as a product of circumstance And still others as a conscious choice.
*But no matter what I see, its always in my way. That never changes.
A millstone of terrific intensity and abject tonnage , hoisted o'er the muscled backs of goodmen , stone of great magnitude and wealth bestowed his beloved , kindred recipients ....
Copyright January 29 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
and you know the moment I step my feet outside that big door I will regret; every laughter we can't share all the tears we cannot bear the home we both swear and you know you know very well I will always care
I used a black sharpie to write a love poem on your arm Hoping the ink would sink into depths causing little to no harm That the rough words may permeate through your tough skin And the permanence may prove that forever starts from within That the black is dark enough to hide all your scars from being used And that my words are evidence and proof of my love for you
So let that ink sink as deep as it might My words peirce your soul without a fight My sharpie art fill you with awe and an imaginative spark Be inspired by my loving words and the permanent scar they leave on your heart You may forget my face, you may forget my name but **never forget where my love made its mark