We had a pig of whom my son adored
My wife and I did deplore
We gave in and let it stay
My son could not hold back hoorays

We sat through a wicked storm
My son went out to keep him warm
We heard a screech, running, cries
My anger peaked when I saw his eyes

We never thought the pig would bite
My son forgave, it wasn't right
We took the pig, to spill it's ******* blood
My heart broke down... my son's love

We thought it through and agreed
My son should never have to bleed
We got some rope and tied it down
"Only see and speak" brought a frown

We then considered, knock out it's teeth
My word! This shall end our grief
We grabbed a hammer and took a swing
My pig could only squeal and sing

We did not know what would become
"He's no longer friendly, just bitterly numb"

One rainy day
I was waiting for your text to come and say, “Hey”
But I knew I was waiting for nothing
When you started to go your own way

It was one sunny day
I prayed to God for everything to be okay
But my heart and went into disarray
When you said you can no longer stay

Gone are the beautiful yesterdays
When we used to spend moments with “hoorays”
Long are the days when a smile displays on my face
I am left astray

But I have to move on anyway
I had to believe that my sun is gonna show up one day
And I’m gonna come out of my dismay

I have no regrets for letting you go away
But I still say to myself, “I hope he has stayed.”

It hurts when Love has passed us by, it hurts our gentle souls.

When our hands reach for another's grasp it hurts to end up cold.

It hurts to know you love someone and know they're good and gone.

To lay awake with memories that never last too long.

To know you've met the one for you and know they do not care;

To wish beyond the realms of life that when you awake they're there;

To feel your heart leaving your chest; to know each of your tears;

To feel inside your back and front a thousand stabbing spears.

What hurts the most is wishing you'd never been left alone.

To have a friend you could call who would always pick up the phone,

To have that chunk ripped out your heart, to feel the missing piece

And every time you take a breath your breathing seems to cease.

No amount of fake, forced laughs or auto-tuned hoorays

Could make up for the happiness you once felt in his gaze.

Songs......
that haven't been.
sung....
Times......
Wantingly walking right into .....
What ........
I should have run.....
From ......  
Wrongs done...
So .......
Um ....
I guess
I wander into the furthest recesses .
To the precipice
Of the horizons of my mind .......
Find .......
Right ..
Wrong....There is no act that can undo the fact
That .........
There is no view that isn't slightly askew.
I feel like someone's writing a book of my life that can't be read
Untill.....
I'm dead.
And they are waiting impatiently
For..  ...
Me ....
Too
Move.....
I'm unsure
About whether I do ..... Or don't want to move.......
Who will remember or
Or want to care ....... Or not to .....
If I do ...
Hoorays for me
And boo
From the rest.