they say you are so mean
your heart is cold
if you fell from a tree
you won't break cause your stone
you are the cruelest to ever be
and will always be alone
if only they knew my mean words were reality
and not to make them groan
for I may sound so beastly
but on the inside there is gold

They say the eyes are the window to a persons soul
So why am I misjudged for a dark one
If they can truly see what’s my soul
They would not spit and run
For what’s inside is gold

we will live till the end
we will never understand what is meant
some people don't have the chance to live
and for this time is a gift
every second you spent
wither it is something you sent
or something you wish to prevent
at the end
we sit there wondering where time went

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

Goodnight my love,
Even though the moon's
Greeting comes
to separate us,
I will always love you.
Our bond that was
Formed by Fate
Can never be broken
Because with each
Setting sun
You enter
My dawdling mind
And my heart begins
To sing songs
Like the birds of
early morn

Am I the only one who sees the truth in people?
Am I the only one who knows ok is not
or a fake soul is easy to spot
Am I the only one who can accept reality?
Am I the only one who knows what is a true friend
and not just an ignorant who goes with the trend
Am I the only one who knows what is right or wrong?
Am I the only one who values my morals
and listen to the peaceful chorals  
Am I the only one who is truthful?
Am I the only one who is an open book
But yet I am still misunderstood
We keep on asking ourselves if I am the only one
When in reality we are non