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Shyne AM Jan 2016
Sometimes you give too much,
get too little.
But you gotta learn to ask for what you deserve,
and never settle.
selflove
Shyne AM Jan 2016
When you love somebody
But you can’t be with them
What do you do?

Do you choose to stay?
Or run far far away?
Do you choose the path with no obstacles?
Or do you choose the path that sounds illogical?

What kind of a lover are you?
The one who fights till the end
Or the one who decided to be the best friend?

Do you get overly possessive?
And like to call it being very protective?
We all know there’s a difference
Each choice that you make
Has its own significance

How do you say your goodbye?
Do you walk as fast as you can?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss her goodbye?

Do you like doing complicated?
Or does it make you too frustrated?

Do you choose to stay?
Or run far far away?
Do you choose the path with no obstacles?
Or do you choose the path that sounds illogical?
Shyne AM Jan 2016
When we first met, you were arrogant
Walking around like you owned the world
I was the one to say hi
While you sat there in silence feeling shy

We started seeing each other everyday
Kissing in stairways
We ate, we went swimming
Our love was blooming

This was two years ago
Back then there was sunshine, now its just snow
White and cold, beautiful and bold
We started dying while living with each other
Changing like the weather

I’m sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused
I’m sorry for all the tears in your eyes
I’m sorry for all the broken promises
Standing with you watching the sunrise

You never did me wrong
Always told me to be strong
For you knew I’d survive through anything
As long as I am breathing

But like they say
Somethings aren’t meant to last
And when you are having a good time
Times goes by fast

Just know that I loved you with all my heart
You’ve always been such a sweetheart
All I want is for you to be happy
I really want that and I want it badly

So here I say again,
I’m sorry for all the pain that I’ve caused
I’m sorry for all the tears in your eyes
I’m sorry for all the broken promises
Standing with you watching the sunrise
Shyne AM Aug 2015
I wish I had a father
Maybe that would have made me a better lover
Don’t they say that children from broken families
These children are the ones with the tragedies

I wish I knew what it feels like
to be daddy’s little girl
To be protected
in a shell just like a beautiful white pearl

I have so many questions
I also have a confession

Out of all the things in the world
One can pick from
I wish he had picked me  
I wish he could tell me stories about my skinned knees

I don’t know how to ride a bicycle
Isn’t that one of the first things you learn in a life cycle?
He didn’t help me get off the training wheels

I cant let people love me
I don’t know much
but I do know
How messed up that sounds to be
Shyne AM May 2015
Sometimes I feel stranded
Sometimes I feel cheated
Sometimes I feel despair
Sometimes I feel like I am in a room with no air

Sometimes I feel hopeful
Sometimes I feel pain
Sometimes I feel doubtful
Sometimes I feel like all my love for you is going in vain

Sometimes I feel satisfied
Sometimes I feel worthless
Sometimes I feel terrified
Sometimes I feel being around you makes me feel breathless

No matter what I feel
I am just happy to be alive
For I know that is important
That should never be forgotten

Does that make me passive aggressive?
While I’m just being thankful about being alive
Please let the judgment go
For a man who judges just makes the other one low.
  Apr 2015 Shyne AM
Write you a picture
i
am
human
just like you
grew up confused
fused into a small hole
quite the ***** up
but focused

we are all like lines

i build escape plans through words
every time I find myself stuck
i find escape within me
i find escape in books
i took from my imagination
and drew inspiration

we are all like lines

lines guided my curvy path
life was a little like math class
nothing but memorization
strangers act like they don't remember that we were once friends
last year, last month, last night
or
in the past life

we are all like lines

some of us
meet with someone else
and we intersect once
we make contact
and touch
but funny enough
we never really touch
on an atomic level
our atoms repel

we are like lines
perpendicular
and
never cross paths again

but some of us
meet with someone else
never make contact
or
touch

we are like lines
parallel
we go on forever
but
never intersect

we are all like lines

i saw lines in the way i manipulated
the pen
the pencil
the brush
the spray can
i spray my pseudonym on your wall
well
because I can

the paint
dripping from the walls like
blood streaming down my eyes
the pain

a distraction that
kept me alive
kept me awake at night
kept me away from the safety of my home
but also
kept me away from the dangers of my home
a contradiction

i was living in the streets
the days i never came home
i was living in the streets
the days i never came home

i saw lines in capturing moments
the symmetry in architecture
in nature
i saw myself as a temple
a monument

we are all like lines

i saw lines in guitars
and
how i can change the sound each string makes in endless ways
but in reality
the guitar changed me

it changed the way i tune myself

i finally felt in tune with the world

the fire was inside me
when i took the first breath of air
the water was inside of me
science and religion  
i was never thirsty

the earth is really old is all i know

growing up i never learned

never learned how to say no

always afraid of getting old

i forgot the lines i forever rehearsed

the day my mom found out i smoke ****
my eyes were low
and
so was
i
  Apr 2015 Shyne AM
Write you a picture
you let go of me
like threads
on an old button

no longer intertwined

you were once my support
you held me together
you held me tight and close

slipped from my grip

you said everything
happens for a reason
i saw it as treason

you never gave me a reason

you betrayed your
own heart
love

how can someone so beautiful
be so hideous
on the inside

that

I will never know
The last day I had an encounter with someone I truly loved, I held on to their hands tightly and slightly pulled on the sleeve of their coat. A button on the sleeve came off easily since only one hole was supported by the thread of the coat lining. I kept the button. I had struggled to be a part of this person's life for almost four years. Each hole on the button represented a year. The last year was the year I finally had to learn to let go.
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