What do you want from me?
Do you want me to feel pity for you?
Lets face it
You are not easy
To get along with
You always give people a
Hard time
The only friend you have
Is a bottle of wine
You drink like a fish
It is very sad
That you are doing it to yourself
If You’re Here With Me
If you’re here with me,
We will walk down the road,
Hand in hand,
Trading glances in code,
If you’re here with me,
We can go to the movies,
Sitting in the last row,
Do whatever you please,
If you’re here with me,
We could kiss,
Even small peck,
I’ll never forget this,
But come lets face it,
You are not here,
And neither am I,
Here will never exist my dear
It's said that opposites attract.
Recall how the north pole on one magnet
draws into the south pole of another,
and binds strongly together,
due to the strong attraction force between them.
When the opposite poles apart, get close together,
their fields interact, mutually strengthening
and drawing the other in to bind.
The alignment builds a strong force of attraction and a strong bond.
It's said that opposite types of people attract for many similar reasons.
Excitement of the new and novelty.
Ability to learn from each other.
It's a way to build balance,
filling the gaps in each other's own personality.
There's mutual fascination with the fundamental differences.
But, the face of love is another matter entirely.
For when looking for someone
to love among the sea of faces,
we can't get the image
of ourselves in the mirror
out of our heads.
The face of love is our own.
We complete each other's lines.
Couples are often twin lookalikes.
Let's face it!
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When I'm ready to take my last
breath you will be standing next,
supportin' me.
My last breath will be the hardest
for him because he let me down
and now you're around supportin'
me.
He couldn't meet no one like me
but to your advantage that's a
different story..
Oh how its sad to face reality,
you are gone forever and now
I have someone else supporting
me. You have your girl, and that's
not my problem. Let's face it.. when
you used to like me you had no one
else to pick you off the ground.
Which is funny for me
Now I'm just laughin'
because this 'sob' story is another
sad love movie. SAD LOVE STORY that
you never wanted.
Not even with me.
-Alley
Lets tackle this now before it gets any bigger,
lets not disregard this as small before this garbage becomes litter,
some feelings may be the worst indicators of truth,
but lets be realistic, they affect what you do,
instead of turning your head to it, lets face it head on,
because if not, we give the misconception the right to go on,
it will lull and dull itself into reality,
and by the time you want to explain, it will be way past self-explanatory,
it will be one excuse on top of another,
and it won't take minutes to fix, but hours upon hours,
and then we sit back and wonder why,
with no honesty, there's no trust, and then the loyalty dies...
Very loosely based on Robert Palmer’s song Addicted To Love – I understand the lyric is often mis-quoted hence the title.
The lights are on, were both at home
Your todger has a mind of its own
Our hearts beat, our bodies quake
Making love is what it takes
We start to moan, we start to grind
Sex is always on your mind
There’s no doubt your in deep
With all this sex we never sleep
Another kiss is all you need
Ooh ohhh
You always wear your rubber glove – oh yeah
Cos we’re not ready to have a baby to love
Guess it’s always safer to stick your dick in a glove
You see the signs when we do the deed
But still you ride me like steed
You're going at it double time
Honey you've got a one-track mind
There's no hope you can't be saved
Sexual oblivion is all you crave
Nymphomania is nothing new
But honey it sure thrives in you
Whoa I'm not immune to your stuff oh yeah
Lets face it baby I can't get enough
I might as well face it I'm addicted to your love.
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
21st June 2014
while syria bombs homs
what is america doing with it's drones
are the bombs in syria less deadly than ours
or are the eye's of the media aimed at what
our leaders want us to see
truly the terrorist live in terror
they sowed the wind and reaped the whirlwind
but who is there to ask them to surrender
are they to be moved to reservations
without oil or water but a broken spirit
and wounded knee while the media
treats them like savages
a crowd going wild over a few books burning
lets face it; they chose this issue to unite
they have no diplomatic style except to say
were staying conservative in our own way
that is what i see.
that is what the media wants me to see
Your a true friend to me
I am so lucky to have you
You are here when others have made me ashamed in myself
You are here when a boy breaks my heart again
You are here and still are here with me threw my dads 4th divorce
Lets face it you are here for me when ever I need it the most
thats why I call you my best friend
If I could have three wishes, I know just what they’d be;
It wouldn’t be things of material, cause lets face it, that’s just not me;
My first wish would be, for my family to get along;
No more of this he said she said, nobody is right and nobody is wrong;
My second wish would have to be, for all of us to keep hope;
I know we are all having trouble, but there’s no reason not to cope;
My third wish, for understanding, no one seems even to try;
And I can’t help but look around me and in my mind wonder why;
See I’m not a greedy person, I don’t want to spend it all on me;
So if there is a genie out there, somewhere, I hope that you hear my plea!
If I could have three wishes,
I know just what they’d be;
It wouldn’t be things of material,
Cause lets face it, that’s just not me;
My first wish would probably be,
For my family to get along;
No more of this he said she said,
Nobody is right and nobody is wrong;
My second wish would have to be,
For all of us to keep hope;
I know we are all having trouble,
But there’s no reason not to cope;
My third wish, for understanding,
No one seems even to try;
And I can’t help but look around me,
And in my mind wonder why;
See I’m not a greedy person,
I don’t want to spend it all on me;
So if there is a genie out there, somewhere,
I hope that you hear my plea!
There seems to be a possibility
That she feels all the same
Together its nothing but revelry
And shes to blame
I just wish i could tell her about my pain
Because im so sick of lying
Theres nothing from it i could ever gain
But then why am i crying
But this is nothing to cry about
Because lets face it im in love
Of her love i have no doubt
This is what love is made of
And this poem may become a lyric
Or it could be written in any form
But the meaning would still be romantic
And the feeling still that of warm
So take it however you will
Because i shall write it for her
Its all her wants i wish to fulfill
Of my love for her i am sure
"1"
Stealing money is often quite tempting when your pockets and belly are empty. Lets face it,
food is essential if you are ever to reach your potential. So my opinion is this....We should
feed and clothe the "Homeless". Because when rain and cold is the season to do any less
would be treason!
"2"
Our Government running on empty. Meals and shelter both complimentary. I guess you
could say they're entitled like a horse in it's stall is unbrittled. Both enjoy feeling their oats
though one for survival while the other for votes. So my opinion is this...The elections should
not be missed. When a horse runs a race it is pleasing, but Political races...Treason
Why blame,when all along U saw his games,
not for fame ,but for name.U know the rule,don't
play a fool,there's always a clues. I see U cried,
but tried to play it,lets face it,if he cared he would be there.
He comes home,forgetting that U where left alone,he says sorry not
thinking U were worry.It might have been the kiss,but who knows the the
twist.Reminiscing on the time your were tight,not considering what started
the fight.He called U names to bring down your self esteem and U think that
alright,be bright don't settled for less.I'm not tring to be complex,nor get U
perplex,just be wise and take some advice,never rush U might get crush,sis its
time to let him know U fine and if he thinks U are just talking he can keep
on walking.
seems we use this site
far better than a psychiatrist's
phony bull-shot...and his leather couch,
they wouldn't understand us , anyway
you can't learn from
books and lectures
the lessons life has taught us-
not to demean them, trust me,
I've no doubt they've had
their own horrors or uncertainties
to deal with...but, lets face it,
when their clients are gone,
their studies concluded,
to go sit back, in a recliner,
smoke a pipe and look wise
our words will far outlive them
and they know...you can see it in their eyes.
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