If I could do this all again and do things differently
The lies you screamed would suddenly seem beautiful to me
I hate it that I wasted time and precious memories
It eats me up inside with every lonely breath I breathe
I'd change the way I let you bring such ignorance my way
I'd changed the way I begged and blagged and promised I would change
And when I called and emailed maybe 50 times a day
I'd change all that then maybe it would make you want to stay
If I could change the wrongs Ive made, a chance to put things right
I'd fight and fight until you're back where you belong tonight
27th May 2011
Everyone is set in their own way
You can't change what they think
Or what they say
Sometimes you even have to also keep your opinions at bay
We influence
We judge
We criticize
But
Its up to them to change their views
To look at things different
To see things anew
To do whats right
To take the path thats true
But
Even then, sometimes hoping for the best is all you can do.
He does not know what he has.
I want to be part of his past.
He claims to be a victim of me,
But he is of the streets.
You want him to be a victor.
I can’t handle this no more.
If you want him with me,
Just push him through your
Open door.
I want another man,
So that I can,
Be a wife and mommy.
If he don’t change today,
Please Lord from me take him away.
He’s still in my heart.
I don’t want him in any part of me.
Meeting and dealing with him
Has been complete turmoil and tragedy.
Just change him Lord,
Or forever take him,
Away from me.
Fine Lines
Love-Hate
Good-Bad
Right-Wrong
Smart-Dumb
Fast-Slow
Short-Tall
Rich-Poor
Evil-Angelic
Pleasure-Pain
Lose-Win
Peace-War
Life-Death
Big-Small
Happy-Sad
Innocent-Guilt
Healthy-Emaciated
Insane-Sane
Homosexual-Heterosexual
Empty-Full
Honest-Lie
Clean-dirty
Democracy-Anarchy
Warmhearted-Coldhearted
The list could go on and on.
What you think, What you say, What you do.
All these should start within you.
Such thin lines we all have.
We walk a thin line most all of our lives.
Swaying like windswept trees until the winds subside.
A whoosh of wind could change the fine lines.
A change in thought could change our lines.
Who defines where our lines are?
Does it come from deep within?
Does society move our lines for us?
Do these different things decide our lines?
Does our age, race, ethnicity, gender, social rank, past experiences,
religion, decide our lines?
Do you want to move your lines, but are afraid what people may think or say?
Why is my line here and others there?
What happens if you cross the line?
What happens when you draw the line?
Why are there lines?
Blinded by lines.