WRITTEN BY: LORRIE DENTMON
DATE: August 29, 2009
TITLE: MAMA, WHAT DO I DO?
MAMA, WHAT DO I DO?
We've never really talked that much,
And I know I've never made you proud,
And I've always done things I shouldn've,
Mama like you said I'm regretting it now.
When you're young you just don't realize,
They say you just gotta live and learn,
You're gonna grow up someday,
But the hands of time just can't be turned.
I didn't appreciate you like I should've,
And you deserved so much more than I gave,
Now looking back I really had it all,
But I realized it just a little too late.
Mama, What do I do?,
Only you know what I'm going thru,
I know we can't go back,
And what I've done I can't undo,
Mama, What do I do?
I promise I'll be just like my brother,
I need you now more than I ever have,
Cause looking back you were the perfect mother.
P.S. Mom thank you, and from what's left of my heart,
I Love You
Cause now I know, You were a perfect mother.
Categories:
lorrie, family
Form: I do not know?
WRITTEN BY: LORRIE DENTMON
DATE: JULY 19th, 2009
TITLE: NEVER GIVE UP
NEVER GIVE UP
SO MUCH REGRET,
ONCE WAS A TIME I HAD IT ALL,
BUT ALL OF MY WEAKNESSES,
COULDN'T BREAK MY FALL,
I WANTED SO MUCH,
BUT ONCE I DID,
ONLY TOOK IT FOR GRANTED,
NOW ONLY GOD'LL FORGIVE,
KNOWING I DON'T DESERVE,
YET STILL ASKING FORGIVENESS,
CHOICES I MADE,
TORE YOU'RE WORLD ALL TO PIECES,
SO MUCH LIKE ME,
I CAN ONLY PRAY YOU'RE STRONGER,
NO MATTER WHERE LIFE TAKES YOU,
I'LL ALWAYS BE YOUR MOTHER,
LIVE EACH OF YOUR DAYS,
AS IF IT WAS YOUR LAST,
KEEP FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS,
AND DON'T FORGET YOUR PAST.
Categories:
lorrie,
Form: I do not know?
2009
WRITTEN BY: LORRIE DENTMON
DATE: JULY 25th, 2009
TITLE: DEAR CLASS OF 1987
DEAR CLASS OF 1987
RUSTY VANN CAMP,
WHY HIS NAME I'VE NEVER FORGOT,
POPULAR BY NO MEANS,
BUT I REMEMBER HE WAS PICKED ON A LOT,
I TRIED TO BE A FRIEND,
TO THOSE WHO HAD NOT MANY,
MOST OF YOU JUST PASSED HIM BY,
NOT THINKING HE TOO HAD FEELINGS,
I'LL NEVER FORGOT THAT MORNING,
WHEN THE HOMEROOM CLASS BELL RANG,
WE WERE ALL IN OUR ASSIGNED SEATS,
MRS. KRAFT WAS PREPARING TO TEACH,
SHE WAS INTERRUPTED,
CAUSE THE PRINCIPAL HAD AN ANNOUNCEMENT,
RUSTY WOULDN'T BE HERE TODAY,
BECAUSE HE 'D HAD AN ACCIDENT,
WE HAD A FEW MOMENTS OF SILENCE,
THOUGH NOT MANY DID IT SEEM TO BOTHER,
BUT I STILL HAVE THE NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS,
WHERE HE HAD FLIPPED HIS VOLKSWAGON,
DEAR CLASS OF 1987,
HAVE WE ALL GROWN UP JUST A LITTLE,
AND DO YOU EVER REGRET THE TIMES,
YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN ANOTHER.
Categories:
lorrie, lifeclass, class,
Form: I do not know?
@2009
WRITTEN BY; LORRIE DENTMON
TITLE: DON'T FORGET ME, LOVE MOM
DON'T FORGET ME, LOVE MOM
Wherever life takes you,
Whatever you grow up to be,
You'll always be in my heart,
No one can take that from me,
If my plans fall through,
And we never make it home,
I'll try to my dying day,
I'll never loose hope,
If the roads in life you take,
Ever finds you lost,
You'll find another way,
If that mountain can't be crossed,
God will never give you,
More than you can handle,
Whatever you question,
He always has the answer,
As you go through life,
Sometimes it won't seem fair,
Why some have it all,
While others don't have a prayer,
Just live your life right,
It doesn't last very long,
Say your prayers every night,
And Please Don't Forget Me,
LOVE, MOM
Categories:
lorrie, childrenlife, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
Girl you treat me bad and dont give it a second thought.
Run around on me with every other man.
look so fine with new clothes for you I bought.
You just say there friends larry Frank Corey.
You say it's all in my head.
But I know your telling me a story.
He's got money he's gotta fancy car.
But when thoose looks fade darlin.
Thoose boy's wont even remember who you are.
I guess im a fool some call me your clown.
Cause every other night I'm sharing you with every man in this
town.
I crumble at the tales of others backseat glory.
You just say it's lies .
But your just telling a story.
Down at the bar where I drown my pain
Others laugh behind my back.
Say that old boy has gone insane.
The fool to weak to see the forrest for the trees.
A broken heart tired from always wondering .
A voice gone hoarse from always begging please.
You played to long with a man named Rick.
But forgot about his wife lorrie.
She shot ya both.
And put the final chapter to your tellin of a jaded story.
Categories:
lorrie, angst, life, lost love,
Form: Rhyme