Not Mine to Begin With
I fought for love, but love should not be war,
each day I bled, yet you asked for more.
The moment her eyes caught your wandering gaze,
I vanished, erased, lost in the haze.
Deleted calls, messages that hide,
truth tucked away on the other side.
I tried to be enough, I gave my all,
but shadows grew taller, and I grew small.
If love is real, it does not sneak,
it does not falter, it does not leak.
It stands in the open, steady and true,
not a secret game played between two.
So I stop the fight, I lay it down,
no longer chasing what cannot be found.
If she can claim you with such ease,
then you were never truly mine to seize.
I hope she holds what I could not,
but I walk away with lessons wrought.
Love is not begging, nor fading away,
it’s choosing myself at the end of the day.
Young at heart…
Torn apart by the death cart…
Depart from me,
Ludicrous liberty
End me to begin you…
Mend me to forgive you…
Your sins are covered with mercy
From within, I heard from Your joyous glee
Compassionate is Your spirit to me, oh Lord of Accord
I’m aboard your ship of serenity
Free me for an eternity and beyond
I’m fond of our Bond of grace graciously
i woke
up
i tried
to put
pants
on but
it was
uncomfortable
a cummerbund
was even
dumber
and i
kept
thinking of
a cucumber
i laid back
down
but was
still awake
i'll try to
sleep
but i'm
still
up
To begin with
Solidity is a mental illusion
The world always had its holes in it
We have no end, only confusion
Change always is indeterminate
O, but where did we begin again
Don't you see
The beginning was just the effect
Of the preceding cause
So now you agree we met before
That was tomorrow
But I cannot remember what you will be
Memory has a hole in it
And the pass is falling out
Like stars, one by one.
Who I to give my heart heart away to have it broken like plates shatterong to the
floor? and my biggest mistake was I allowed myself to love and have it ripped and
torn to shred, now basically my heartACHES; how do I mend back a broken heart that
has been mended to a point where it can no longer be mended anymore. Why did I ever
love to begin with when my life was better of single; I will not cry over you
because of a life's lesson learned, I wish I never put myself in the situation to
put myself up just to be slapped right back down. I am overly misunderstood by by
evryone and I hate I started to see myself with you for the rest of my life; I see I
made a mistake thinking what I did and I know in my gut that you don't ever want
anything to do with me anymore. Everytime we pass by we act as if we never existed
to each other because as far as speaking terms are concerned, it was never meant to
be, it was meant for us to go our seperate ways and start seeing other people;
sometimes the things of life can never be changed.
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