You can forgive a liar, but lies are poison to the vein. Hard truths may hurt, but the pain fades and trust will remain... Lies are deadly, especially the ones you try to take to the grave. Just be honest and tell the whole truth; don't add or take a thing away... Truth be told...
A single red rose to my love I gave A single red as I placed the engagement ring on her finger A single red rose on our wedding day A single red rose at the birth of our child A single red rose I laid on her grave A single red rose never to forget A single red rose that told of our life
Rewrite of a poem I wrote a while ago a red rose that told of our life together
Write a book. That’s what everyone tells me to do. But what if it’s not my story to tell? What if I don’t want to write a book? What if the stories I have to tell are much deeper then any of them could ever dream? Write a book they say.
My thoughts would flow off the page. The story would never end. The story I would write would not be the one that they want to hear. Write a book they said.
What if I write a book? Will it end the thoughts I have? Will the finality finally sink in? Will they be mad it’s not the story they want to hear?
Write a book, they said.
I will not be writing a book. But I have been told to write one.
maybe it's about time you knew all those days i spent hiding from you it was all because i was ashamed i was terrified of the look i'd get from you i was paralyzed knowing you'd hate me forever for all those hurtful words i said for all the lies people told you i am sorry but how could i accept forgiveness after all these years you were utter perfection my dearest love and i tore it apart but i am no longer afraid for your soul i see you've been swept off your feet by an angel and she adores you with everything she is i'm so happy but i am also heartbroken and jealous of a love, i could not give you and denied to you i suppose jealously gets us all deception playing around with our little minds it was about time i told you what i feel maybe one day when i run into you on the street when you look at me the way you used to and everything will back into place the way it was even though you're so close i know i'll never be enough for you of course, i still think about you every day because all those days i spent hiding from you made me want you even more
suppose, now you know
such a foolish child i was oh how we neglect young love but it's so raw and real