I wish that we had some understanding on a subject
For Pete's sake because he's tired of explaining himself
To dim-witted losers who call themselves philosophers
I wish that if you speak, convey where your words come from or better yet,
Where mine come from
Every time I open my mouth you hear the sounds
But never realize why the noise is made
You make me believe that hearing is lost in the world
Or maybe the world was lost to non-hearing
However your handicaps may be,
Capitalize on the fact that there's too much wax
Not enough cleaning aids
Earwax can prevent hearing
So I'll shout this "BEFORE YOU CAN RECITE, CHECK ALL SOURCES FOR THE
APPROPRIATE TERMS OR MEANING, YOU'LL GET EVERYONE CONFUSED BUT MOST
IMPORTANTLY YOURSELF BY MEANS OF SHEER STUPIDITY"
Now since I'm calm, lets revisit the issue at hand
Unless the government is paying anyone monthly for being deaf
Let us hear and see correctly,
Remind our self that major dilemmas in the Universe occurs due to lack of
understanding or,
Lack of trying to understand
I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave
I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity
I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will
I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control
I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough
Loves lost anatomy
It’s heart resides in each body
To each there is autonomy
Some loves comes freely
For others the headlines are gloomy
You could search there necrology
Heartbreakers live in infamy
Wandering forever endlessly
Are the victims searching for what could be
They cry for they are so lonely
Living in the painful memory
Longing for her he
He longing for she
Living in misery
Pretending to be happy
There own undesired agony
Then there are those who seemingly
Receive love so easily
Give it so honestly
It touches them gently
Two souls far from a dichotomy
Becoming one in this vast empty
The heartbroken watch in envy
Cant grasp this concept mentally
As they see lovers and their loyalty
Holding hands softly and openly
Intertwined for all eternity
Only wanting to receive that sincerity
And their two worlds spin diagonally
As some become loves lost anatomy.
If I lost you I'd probably go in a corner and cry my eyes
I'd ask God to forgive & to take my life
I would probably check myself into some mental institution
because how I lost a woman like you my mind I'd be losing
If I lost you I'd retrace my steps to see what I did to hurt you
I'd ask myself why didn't I comfort you when you were feeling blue
I guess I never would have knew that you were someone I would lose
and I probably be so stressed I wouldn't wanna eat no food
If I lost you I'd put out a A.P.B. to see if anyone knew where you were
my homeboys would probably say how could you lose a girl like her
I'd be so messed up I wouldn't know what to do
if my job asked where I was I'd lie and say I had the flu
If I lost you I'd say to myself how could I be so foolish
what the hell was I thinking man I feel so stupid
I'd leave the state because I couldn't take seeing you without me
I want you back so bad I'd pay the full finders fee
If I lost you I'd want the world to end
because I couldn't take us just being friends
I'd think that I would be condemned for what I did
so tell me If I can't share love wit you
whats the reason I should I live
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