i keep holding on that letter she wrote
i can't believe that is the last final note
with solomn saddness each line is read
and constant questians fill my head
why did i love her and lead her on
she was'nt fooled by the love i'd shown
and my alter ego has been left alone
no one really to call his own
with this a history has been made
an alter ego with a failing grade
She knows how to stroke an ego
with heroin like indulgence.
Played with such precision,
the sucker swells with anticipation.
She parrots, “I love you!”
But she has three others on speed dial.
The truth does not know her lips.
Her mouth rotates to fit the situation.
She has many friends loved like brothers.
You will wonder where she is at night,
and lose sleep over the lineage of your offspring.
Are you raising another man’s child?
She is the puppeteer and you her toy.
If she’s caught, easy apologies hail downwards.
Don’t pray that she will change!
Players love the brutal game.
She never has enough from you.
Her cravings demand more,
as she looks to trade up,
while igniting the fresh flames.
She burned you, the blind love.
Take the kids, the gold, even my dignity.
Just leave me with my freedom,
and whatever sanity remains!
Paperclip My Heart
I think we're all a little crazy
letting others bring us down
you're fine but I'm crying
my role is always the clown
yeah men treat me bad
always breaking my heart
I think of all the loves I've had
and how innocent they seemed at the start
so the next time I meet a man
and start to fall in love again
I'll pull out a paperclip heart
and pin it to my chest instead
paperclip my heart
since love is so temporary
paperclip my heart
treat it like a sanctuary
I'm always falling down and getting hurt
just like a little child
I was never taught to fear love
the Lord put His purity in my heart
I've never understood why people hate
they hit, they cheat, they want to hurt me
when all I ever did was try to love them
their love turns to hate and then they leave
I want a man to love me
as much as I love him
to take a vow and mean it
and always treat me like his queen
paperclip my heart
since love is so temporary
paperclip my heart
treat it like a sanctuary
I bid you stay my queen of hearts
Tarry here till morn
Take not your love and go your way
'Tis allegiance I have sworn
I bow my head in purest heart
Consumed by shameless desire
Quicken me with one last smile
Enough to quiet this fire
I press you please, consider fate
Let its spirit guide your path
Turn not unto your heart of stone
Lean not toward its wrath
Cast not aside familar dreams
Nor memories patiently earned
Douse this flame of your rejection
Where the fire of love once burned
Quench this thirst that haunts my soul
Heed my beckon call
Tarry here just one more hour
Lest our love should fall
time is slipping,
far away,
not convinced,
but begged to stay,
ignorant,
you have to be,
closed and alone,
to at last be free,
calling out,
a name so sweet,
playing ghost,
under a silk sheet,
evaporate,
and be thin air,
leave them empty,
and unaware,
razor nails,
cut my skin,
overlooked,
my heart can't win,
a love so fine,
it has to end,
join the past,
and sorrow send,
to those back home,
lost in fear,
shouting out,
so you can hear,
a desperate cry,
of bleeding heart,
tearing love,
and dreams apart,
chains of mind,
melted snow,
winters end,
flowers grow,
love will bloom,
and love take root,
out of ground,
to fill the sky,
with a sweet scent,
and such a sight,
as was meant.
sorry for spelling issues. @};~
Tattoo arms,felony charges.
He found a woman after prison who also had a
nine year old child.
Spaz mother
tongue choker
saber rattler
thrill shooter.
she fell in love with a desert and was
thirsty forever.
he kissed her passionately in between
her screams and yells.
another brand of savagery flushing into
armed chivalry.
a cryptic bridge stood over her blood.
hunger floats the love abuse can only give.
welcome to the home
of the reliable witness.
that love flies by on silver wings
what hurts the most is how it stings
but rise we must for love it brings
us lonely little ding a lings....Don Johnson
No words exchanged
Within too many days
It kills me inside
As the blood tears
Roll down my cheeks
Who will wipe them away?
Not you
Not anymore
Not ever
How can you?
I never see you
You never see me
When we actually do talk
My voice revels nothing
Not to you,
The love of my life,
Not to anyone
I love you with all my heart
But then again
My heart hurts
It aches
Everyday that passes
What,
Who,
Will help yield this pain?
Certainly,
Not you
I still think about it.
Those moments when we were alone.
Stolen minutes spent together.
But now instead of joy.
Its just another slice on my heart.
From the blade of your memory.
Now instead of a smile.
Its a tear on my cheek.
Falling into the ocean I've made.
The passion I feel for you,
Is just another wound,
Inflicted on my broken body.
The love we shared,
Is just an illusion,
That we both pretend is gone.
And you still make my heart skip a beat.
But now the cause is pain,
Instead of excitement.
My sleepless nights,
Are spent thinking of you,
And wondering if your thinking of me.
My to bright days,
Spent pretending that I am happy,
With out you.
We act like we never existed.
Like our love never was.
But your memory is a blade to my throat.
And sometimes I wish it would end my life.
Those times when I catch you still looking.
And the times when I pass you in the hall.
Because those are the times,
When the blade of your memory
Cuts the deepest in my heart.
I believe prose is the devil,
The page is too large with detailed explanation.
A herring that is hungry for details and plot lines.
A parasite that taunts me.
I am in love with the poem,
The page is concise with word paint.
A butterfly kiss on a lilac desiring immediate nectar.
A lover that teases me.
For the verse is easier quest
For the moment bound
the present beloved
the feeling liver.
The solemn sinner.
I believe prose is the worthy prince,
The one with the page and the avid reader.
A well educated monarch on a lofty peak.
A soon king that rejects me.
I am in love with the unattainable,
The poem's black heart.
An ignorant fool who understands
A line left open.
For freedom is heartbreak
For the doomed spirit
the critically judged
the cursed be-er
The chosen loner
MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY
THE CHILD I DREAMED OF-
LONG BEFORE I HELD YOU.
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW DEEPLY
I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU,
FOR YOUR VERY HEART
IS A PART OF MY OWN.
INSIDE, I FEEL A PART OF ME
IS DYING
AS I STRUGGLE TO PULL YOU
BACK TO ME-
TO SAFETY.
HOW DIFFICULT
YOUR JOURNEY HAS BEEN
AND HER AM I
UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND
THE PAIN AND CONFUSION
THAT IS THE VERY ESSENCE
OF YOU.
AND SO-IN DESPERATION
IN DEPRESSION
IN CONFUSION
YOUR STRUGGLE HAS BROUGHT
YOU HERE
TO WHAT I'M TERRIFIED
MIGHT BE YOUR VERY DEATH
YOUR VERY DESTRUCTION.
I NEED TO SAVE YOU.
I AM YOUR MOTHER.
MY LOVE FOR YOU HAS ALWAYS
REMAINED UNCHANGED.
AND, IN THAT LOVE I HAVE
SO DESPERATELY TRIED
TO PROTECT YOU
FROM THIS VERY MOMENT
THE MOMENT I ALWAYS
FEARED WOULD COME
THE MOMENT WHEN I COULD
NO LONGER
SAVE YOU
FROM YOURSELF...
amazement curves your every strength
interesting effects
you put upon myself
and thou i always dream
of you and me
forever be
you'll always want her
and enver leave
how foolish i had been
of hoping you'll love me
knowing she's the one you want
the one you need
fought to the finish
to realize my mistakes
of loving you
while you longed for another
while you held her tight
i cried all night
for the love of one
who loved nother.
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