Hi... |
Love and Hate to simple little words.
Some can describe each with a million words, but...
As you hit and punch giving me pain.
You do not see it but this is not a game...
Letting my life take the best of me.
And not letting others see...
It hurts to hear your headed that way.
The way that it doesn't even matter what I say...
Out of time
The day has come and gone...
I have got a story just waiting to be told.
I have got lies just left in the cold...
Your memory so far.
Yet we just left the bar...
No matter how much it will hurt me to say.
I will say it right now on this very day...
~Wait for You~
Some how this feeling inside...
The letter to the one that hurt
Dear anonymous...
Your living in a story book. |
Think a thought of the thinkers unthought so my thought is for the thinker yet to think. The thinker may think of my thought. But yet does he know my thought has been thought long before he thought. |
Dreamt a dream of the dreamers undreamt therefore I'm just a future dream for the dreamer to dream. |