Loving HimWe said goodbye Taking laps around the pond The day was perfect June, sun smiling upon my skin The breeze rubbing my back,Loving Him
Telling me it would be ok Ducks squawking with sentiment As I said I still want you in my life I still want to be friends Then as I utter… GOODBYE My heart stops A battle rages in my tears
The love was not over, Can it ever be over? As I try to move on You are always in my mind Being the ruler to measure the next He didn’t measure up, only u did
You aren’t perfect Neit
Anxioulsy AwaitngAnxiously waiting,Anxioulsy Awaitng
Pacing……back and forth,
Forth and back,
Side to side, Up and down, down and up,
Anxiously awaiting, Waiting for that thing that you need Waiting to see if he had that… That….thing for which you have no words Waiting to see if he could being the sun back, Bring the s-p-a-r-k back,
Bring me back,
Waiting to see if he is the one who will throw the rope down to the little boy trapped in the well Waiting no longer,
He walks out, smiling, eyes full of life, passion, desire He brings rays of light to pierce an
Pride?Watching the mass move Going in all directions The swirls of color as they dodge And accidently bump into each otherPride?
Listen to the evaluations they give one another To the ooos and aaaaas To the compliments as well as complaints
Senses become overwhelmed So many, so much, all the movement Look at him! What is He wearing?
All this synamous with the celebration
A celebration of pride Of being comfortable with oneself
They are not showing pride They are simply showing the latest outfits The latest cell phones and hottest d
Garden of lifeThere is a garden of life.Garden of life
In this garden there is Life, death and perseverance. There are struggling plants, Dying plants, and there man many lush, Intriguing, Flamboyant, Tall, Magnificent plants!
These are the plants of my Grandfather.
Those tall intriguing, flamboyant, magnificent plants, Embody the hopes of the greatest and most loved grandfather in the world.
They are the hope of a happy family, The hope of along productive life, The joy of: Children Grandchildren Friends And family. The joy of 61 Chris
Damaged...I think it over and overDamaged...
and it all seems like a good excuse
and you're loosing the the truth.. misplacing the truth and I don't want to call it to our attention... why did we break our promises? why did you break yours...why did I break mine why ... but you have an excuse for everything I ask. I just smile and say "okay" and you ask why I'm not talking, and you ask why I'm so quiet my voice was lost inside ... and you say don't be sad.. and I know that love isn't perfect.... and I'm not trying to be perfect.
its your job to comfort...that
ChangeChangeChange
I feel a change in the air words already spoken Rivers of blood become more symbolic Almost like the picture of a parent who's an alcoholic Thinking of so many differences and they nothing come to the scene
I feel a rush benethe my feet Looking down an empty street Just of nothing to go by except miracles and dreams The fuck am I saying change is needed
I smell the fear and I sense the blood The riots the genocide, where's the love I see nothing but violence on the news Makes me wanna shoot up an entire fucking school
Yeah I
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Vicky
start adding favorites and putting up your id..etc go go go
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I think, she thinks, I think she's drty, but she should know that I know, that she's not drty, cause I'm Drtyrock
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I think, she thinks, I think she's drty, but she should know that I know, that she's not drty, cause I'm Drtyrock
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