As the drama thickens,
people like to listen..

A plot has been drawn,
which each assume their own...

A storeies has been told,
that will soon grow old.....

People love the drama,
and love to see hurt....

They should worry about,
their own lives....

Because jeliousy and envy,
is their only reason for hurt.

There's much more to life than what you want and need
There's others out there with more important needs
But life is full of selfish people ignoring the pain
Or so it seems
All people can see is what THEY have to gain
Look at life beyond whats only in YOUR mind
Think about the hurt of others and what they find
Inside yourself is something much more than you can see
All you need to do is put aside what's in your own world
And think outside the box to whats outside the things you believe

He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...

I don't know
   If we're supposed to float along
        On a gentle breeze
     Or on a rolling ocean
With our minds at ease
         Or if it's a little bit of both
    And you just gotta believe

But I do know one thing
  Whichever way that you choose
          Life is never very easy
  But when happiness is on the line
     You have **nothing to lose

Don’t you act like you’re the victim.
When you’re the one who always left.
Don’t you leave me behind.
Don’t you claim your betrayal.
Don’t you act like you’re not fine.

But I’m the one who’s really dying.  
Don’t you act like you’re on fire.
But I am the one who’s burning.

We played a sorry game.
Hoping the other feels our pain.
We act like we are standing.
But we are drowning with the rain.

Hoping things are going to change.
But in the end they never really do.
You and I are stuck with some toxic glue.

Maybe you and I were never designed to see the light.
But to fight it out instead.

I stand in the ring, awaiting the alarm to ring.
So I could strike you with all the pain I have buried deep inside.

Let it out, ignite it with some fire.
Let the flames burn to ashes.

Because I want to leave the pain behind.
I want to leave the ache alone.
Lock it in a chest.  
Bury it in a dark room.

vicious revenge feel its strain.
Engrained forever on a decaying brain.
For its a plague with no andetote. No cure.
Nothings sacred. nothings pure.
No honor here to gain but a grasp of guilt, sorrow and pain.

A trench deep seated with animosity.
Hearts too blinded by hatred to see.
Its walls engulfing like vines round a tree.
But no vegeance shall set you free.

In realising its errors and fate
The soul desperately searches to escape.
Weary, hollow, it longs to retire
But hatred enslaves as its walls grow higher

For this is one prison sentence that will never transpire..
If you fight fire with fire.

My words sweet as honey
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth .
Revenge isn't best served cold- it should be sweet with a hint of poison.