the love
that I've never
gotten from you,
is the kind of love
that I miss the most

How much louder do we have to scream?
You've taken away my innocence, my hopes, and my dreams.

How much louder do we have to scream?
You don't care as you pull hard at my seams.

How much louder do we have to scream?
You're finished now and proud, with a smile that gleams

She dance for me in my T-Shirt with her Victoria’s Secret lingerie

She move closer & begins to whisper...

--“Tonight, let’s me & you have a private party. Be the Director & make this movie.”

Who knew that she would mess with a Chicago kid from the south side of Harvey.

After tonight, we may end up together with strings attached .

when Wednesdays are here,
my love slowly disappear;
loneliness became what I fear,
when I no longer call you
my dear

perhaps after a year,
my mind will be in the clear,
my emotions, more sincere;
even if some days,
my feelings for you reappear,
I will be brave
and not shed a single tear

evenings dwindle ever so slowly
as if Time had forgotten to breathe;
suspended, in effortless gloom
wildly wishing
the overture would change for once
monotones bleed from things once cherished and abhorred;
people so beloved
held cruelly by the vortex created by Time and Land
the clock strikes its usual hour with an poignant ‘ding’
echoing in the staleness of now.

perhaps I’m deluded Time had forgotten her cue;
perhaps I myself had forgotten to live,
perhaps I had turned cold and merely waited for warmth to thaw me,
perhaps the wait for that elusive desire
halts the need for progression;

Perhaps
I have tasted the dismal dismay this disgruntled encasement delivers;
it took so long to notice...

"The simple truth is that the truth does not exist;
it all depends on a person's point of view"