Intrigued by my thoughts. Now let the tongue tickle the main. I'm one of a kind. I like to play in this fundamental mine, of yours. I love to explore, get a better understanding of you. This is my dream come true. Now let me through. I'm the kind that loves to play with you. So here is a new one for you.
Disbelief
One more time I had to tell her " I never love these streets. Evern though I hustle hard every day. She still had to ask me, " who's number one" Looking at her , feeling her pian. Shaking my head! Then saying. " One more time you ask me a question in disbelif, one more time My Delicious Women, and I'll be ready to eat. Gorging on your pineapple peach, it taste so sweet. I love you Girl! The love we share is to deep. The streets is just endless meat. This is how I describe my money that I make out on the street. See you are my succulent nourishment that I need!
SO ONE TIME, AND EVERY TIME, YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME! YES WOMEN, YOUR ALL I NEED!!
We gathered as a family this evening remembered you
Interesting how your name came up,
Long after you were gone, those who came
Listening to old conversations of love
Inspired in themselves a longing to meet you
Asking questions delicately about your demise
Memory mentioned the poignant details
Willingly, what was wrapped away unwrapped me
All these years of anxious alternatives provoked
Timelessly never settled the score of your loss to me
Tenure me brotherless; O pian, in your silence, recline!
Instill again my motivation to exceed the hollow ones
Mother made us her diamonds out of the rough
Infused us with her piety and strength of soul
Sufficed with sparse scraps of bread, yet we flourished
Sojourning in studies that enoble man to obtain
You came back polished beyond nuances of meaning
Over excited, I too late comprehended you were bleeding
Unstopably the transfusion of all our love away.
Its nothing but pian when love
breaks your heart, and in the end,
you are left torn apart. With a pain
inside, they have left you to die, and
find a new home, you have a feeling
that you are left alone. No one is
here when you have this fear that
no one is there and no one really
cares. Your mind is all blank, you
just cant think, and the pain hurts
so bad that you cant help but be
sad. You heart has been torn and
your feelings are worn, and you
have no where to go, you just feel
so alone. A heart is something that
will be there forever, but when it is
brooen, you feel as if you will be
lost forever.
Time will tell of the life we have lived.
of the path we have walked.
Of the the choices we have made.
Of the trails we have over came.
Time will tell of the people we have loved.
Of the pain we have felt.
Of the tears we have cryed.
Of the many songs we have sang.
Time will tell of the victorys we have won.
Of the battles we have lost.
Of the mountains we have have climbed.
Of the valleys we have come through.
So pray your way though every trial.
Push your way though all the pian.
When the tears come let them fall.
When you sing, sing as loud as you can.
Love to the very depths of your heart.
Rejoice over the victorys you win.
Learn from the battles you lose.
Climb each mountain to it's peak.
Run though every vally you come to.
And when time comes to tell it's story.
It will be one of wonder and amazement.
Of a life lived for Christ.
Pain run's through my soul, my heart and, my mind and it feels like a built went through a
hole. Just to show what it can do to my body, and my soul, and my mined at the same time.
Pain run's though my body and I can't explain how bad it hurts or how bad it feel.
Pain is something that eats me up from the inside of my soul and the death of an ocean.
Pain is something nobody or I can see but I just let it be sence nobody or no one can see.
Pain is something that is so real that anybody or anyone can feel.
But one thing about my pain I can tell you is something that I cannot blame on nobody or no
one or even aim at but my self.
Pain gos thought my body physically, and mentally and my body gets so cold because of the
pain, and this pain that I cannot explain it my self.
This pain I feel has been with me most of my life and it feels like it will never go away, and
this pain I have to go through every day and all the time.
Pian that I cannot explain to no one or nobody.
Wish I could fly away, far away.
Away from this cruel world.
World of hate, pian, and sin.
Away from the painful beatings.
Recieved by an abusive and drunk father.
Away from the lies and heartbreak.
Produced by a cheating girlfriend.
Gazing upon the sky through battered eyes.
I'm wishing I had more faith.
Faith that God will one day bless me.
Thinking, I wish i could fly, I wish...
My pian you may tstae.
Waht is the clouor of my sfufrenig?
Can you feel waht I feel?
Waht deos faer sleml lkie?
Asitnpetc..dtriy npeipas..
Snoced hnad chtlonig?
lonely
huge emptiness
incompleteness rules me
heartfelt composition kills pian
hopeless
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