I would best describe women as flowers, for they are vibrant in colors just as in emotion and if I were a romantic I would say that she was the one flower I would not dare to pick up as I would only end up watching her wither away. In front of me.

True love takes .
For your happiness you must learn
to take love not give it away .
You become rich in love the more you take .
Have you ever heard of the saying ,
"The Power Of Love" .
That means as you hoard others love
you become powerful in love .
A powerful lover is Jesus .
He takes your love and gives you life .
You will too by taking others love
you give them life .

I Reach out to You

My arm outstretched

My palm open

Trying to grab your hand

Would you take Me?

I'm not Perfect

I'm not Handsome

I'm not Rich

But I have Love

Would you take a chance on Me?

I'll treat you like a Queen

I'll show you how precious Life is

I'll prove my worth to You

Just Reach Out

And take my Hand

Will You Take a Chance?

Just One?

i cant take it
all i think about is you
how you made me happy
how you made me  cry
how you made me sad
how you made me mad
how you made me feel  
our cute little conversation replay in my head
i see you every time i close my eyes  
i think about how you look, smile, laugh ,cry,
your always on my mind
i just want you to leave because your the one causing me not sleep

Take all the pain you have,
and imagine it as a balloon.

Any shape, any color
doesn't matter
You will be letting go of it soon.

Release the string
you hold onto so tightly.

Tell yourself,
I am worthy.
I don't need this anymore.
This doesn't belong here.

Let the Mantra be true to you.

Find the Courage
to Face the Fear.

You won't collapse
or disappear.

You will see nothing was lost.
but rather,
Your Power Returned Home.

When we surrender,
We take back what we Own.

Watch as the balloon floats up and away.
The pain will go,
and you will stay.

They grab a leg
and shake...
and shake.
They grab a arm,
because I don't-
feel the harm.
They grab my hair,
my fingers,
my toes,
my eyes,
my ears,
my heart,
my nose.
One by one
each piece goes.
Before I can breathe
they've stolen my breath.
They pick apart all I have,
and I ask,"is this death?"
Death so empty,
yet I feel peace when alone.
All those years I cried for someone,
but I feel so shaken;
so happy on my own.
Let my sharing freeze over,
that someday it plop and rot,
to see their grand expressions,
will they still care or will they not?
I've given all I have,
I've said goodbye to all I love.
They've looted me entirely,
do they yet have enough?

I hate you
I hate how i want to chase you
I hate how you don't say thank you
you're a taker
I'm a giver
and forgiver
so you take
and you take
because I give and I give
and I wonder why I live
like this
considering you
when you always miss
what I do
or just see through
I need to get a clue
and see that it isn't new
your lack of gratitude
continue with your self-improvement
try some healthy attitudes
while you stomp on the only people
who care
I won't be here next time
when you need to share
your thoughts or feelings
I'll nod politely and listen here and there
but next time you need
to feed
your wants
YOUR desires
by something I have
I'll do as you do
and take
and say get a clue
while silently thinking *******

I've met so many with switches
I love them with all I have
I light them on fire, I cater to their
Every want, their every need, I
Polish them until they shine, I
Rewire them and untangle their crosses and label them so
Meticulously
And things get a little overloaded
A breaker trips and they read the
Labels and find my name
stare at me, analyze me, and then
Flip their switch
Shut it all down
And walk on

Across my eyes
                Black, sometimes red
    Through the phone lines
          Empty, words unsaid
          Powdered on glass aligned
    Exciting I find
                Into my home
Provide.