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Thoughts of Reality

People use to say when it rains it pours...in my case when I cry its similar to that,
But are these tears of joy or sadness I'm trying to combat?
I reach my hands in the air talking to God as I stare into the full moon,
Asking for my very own Angel and to my surprise the image that appeared just so happen to
be you.

 
I pause in my prayer and gaze into the stars realizing you're the source of my joy,
I look down at the liquor bottle and realize it's you that put a glaze in my eye.
I rub the bruises on my chest and realize its my conversations with you that makes me
short winded,
It took so little time to realize that you're the light to allow my heart to be ascended.

 
I look into your eyes and I see every aspect of what affection is suppose to be,
No one knows what the future holds but I can see there's a chapter just for you and me.
I don't see you enough and it seems I don't really see you at all,
Though you'd be surprised at the glow on my face when I receive your phone call.

 
You have no idea how it feels to be special in one person's heart,
I wouldn't change a single decision about our relationship even if I was offered a restart.
I can imagine the very moment when we will kiss...time and reality around us will freeze,
But only for that moment and I can guarantee you...you won't be displeased. ;)

 
Realistically...I pains to admit that we can't be together like we would like to right now,
I'm a patient man and I don't mind waiting for a woman who makes me say P.O.W. (Pretty
Outstanding Woman)
When the time comes my hand is ready to grasp,
But until then I thank God for all I have.

Hell and Back

I go through hell to be with you

Swinging and swaying to your moods

Nice at 8, nasty at 10

At 10:30, hell begins

I hold on tight for the ride

And pray to god that I don’t cry

11:30, I’m coming back

Time to put me back on track

You say you’re sorry all the time

Say forgive me this time, and I

Love you more than anything

But it’s now 1, time for hell again

I hold on tight for the ride

And pray to god that I don’t cry

Maybe this time is the last time

Although the truth lies elsewhere I

Hold on tight for the ride

Pray to god that I don’t cry

And try to make it back from hell again.

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