Thousands of murderers in this world People curse their existence They wish to eliminate them One only murders only one The number of murderers Remains constant If the process goes on indefinitely Whole population of the world would be wiped out Except the murderers! Murderers wouldn't be eliminated Their number stays constant!
Saying sorry is the hardest word to say in the english language. Saying sorry is a humbling experience. Saying sorry takes courage. Saying sorry requires your own feelings to take a back seat. I hate the word sorry. At least I hate saying it. I want to erase it from my vocabulary. I say it too much. I tend to apologize when it’s not entirely my fault. I usually say sorry when I want to “save” a relationship. Or at least try to make it better. And it’s not even romantic relationships. It’s friendships, family, etc. I felt like saying sorry would change things. I felt like that maybe if they saw me put forth the effort to make it work then they would too. I thought that if I said sorry that they would say sorry too. I was wrong. Every time I said sorry no one said it back. I took responsibility for my actions, why weren’t they taking responsibilities for theirs? I know I was in the wrong, but I wasn’t the ONLY one in the wrong. Why am I always the one to take the blame? I thought saying sorry was supposed to make me feel better. Why do I feel worse? I’m tired of being the only one who is sorry. I want to live my life unapologetic. From now on the only thing I’m sorry for is not being sorry. Sorry not sorry.
Every day I run boxes To the doorsteps of - Magnificent houses With stone porches And towering windows That smell like wood fires During the winter And flowers during the summers With driveways that stretch nearly a mile Winding Winding Winding Down hills To overlook acres, many acres Of land They are materialized dreams
And on every mountainous stone porch Or tree trunk of a door Or posted at the very bottom of the endless winding drive- There is a doormat Or a plaque A cut metal sign "The Miller's" "THE SHERMANS" "Svobda" "Kate & Rex"
And I am momentarily so sad So jealous Because that is all I want
The woman inside has a husband With a good job And a big smile And her parents love him And he is nice to her And he built her a PALACE And that's all I want Is OUR last name on a plaque beside the door But I may never have that No matter how hard I work
I wanna let you know You are the only guy for me I leave It hurts me so With you wish I could always be The hardest part Letting go I have to say goodbye Though I try to force time to slow Keeps on passing by