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Eyes to your heart, mirrors to your soul A deathly pain creeps you, eats you up whole. Tears floats in your iris, red glistens in your whites, Your lips upturned, crooked and dripping down in parts.
He Is There He Is Always There Going T H R O U G H your H E A D Sleepless nights spent in bed Thinking Thinking ...
It's so cold without your loving heart And it gets colder with our two hearts so far apart Kisses and touches hunt my aching heart Want to move on but I don't know where to start The distance...
I simply can't find the words to say,. Empty emotions a vast array,. Weeping tears to flush out the grief,. Wailing loud screams let out that anger a temporary relief,.
You're here. You care. Or so you say. Somehow I know. It shouldn't be this way. Thought you were perfect. Maybe you're not. Thought we'd last. Loved you a lot. Or so I said. So I believed.
Everything that was good started smoking crack, My brain mushed things up, Put the lovely memories out of whack.
Your actions hurt,. You seem to never give a care,. You watch me as I suffer,. As if you aren't even there,. I wish you could see,. That this pain I must endure,. Is harsh and brutal,.
So this is what it comes down to, Every single piece of love on the line, Fighting information we already knew, Both arguing that we're fine. What do you want me to say.
It hurts, every lie we speak out, it hurts. Heartache, every moment we part, heartache. Tears flow, every-time we say bye, tears flow. Soulmate, every mountain we climb, soulmate.
Maybe one ill see you again,. Hopefully soon cause I can't take the pain,. Loosing you was my biggest regret,. One that won't leave one ill never forget,.
I wish I new how to save a life, Cause if I did u would still be here now, We'd still be together I'd soon be ur wife, But somehow this happend and nobody knows how, Everything has gone my world has...
I wish I could have told you all that I wanted to, I wish we could have done all that we planned to do, Our future was planned our whole lives together, Then it was snatched from our hands and blown...
Mind hole, mind hole. My poor mind hole. Got blown, got blown. Oh got so blown. When I saw you. Saw you move. Move your body. To the groove. My heart, my heart. My poor heart. So loud, so loud.
Into muddy waters My vision now blurred I am speaking But I don't think you heard I am exhausted Too weak to now fight The words won't come As my throat constricts tight Is this it.
Crumpled. Gray. Thats my life today. When your harsh words slapped my heart and made me bleed. More or less like a piece of trash. Its all im meant to be. Crinkled. Gone. Is the passion in my song.
Just a simple touch, And then I fall again. One touch is just too much, I want this pain to end. Just a simple touch, And my knees go weak. That touch is way too much. I cannot even speak.
The wall that stands between us now. Was built too strong to be torn down. Was built too high for us to climb. Was built too wide to get around. The wall was built by you alone.
When you look at me and say you love me. A tear forms on my heart because I know it's not true. How do you think you'd feel. if I, unsuspected, did the same to you.
My heart. I was ready to sell. You played the part. All too well. At least look me in the eye. When you say you don't care. Unblinking, unbelieving I. Just stare. But I will rise with the sun.
Would have been 15 years my love. Could have been 15. But wasn't meant to be my love. Even though we promised as teens. Would have been 15 years of love. Could have been 15.
Now I look at love Like being stabbed in the heart You torture each other from day to day And then one day you part Most of the time it's misery But there's some joy at the start And for that, I'd...
Fire, fire, fire In your eyes, in your heart, Burning in your soul, With nowhere to go but Higher, higher, higher Up into the sky, pheonix-like Desires ascending, soaring, flying Brighter,...
I wrote this for my nephew, who is doing time.
I wrote my reasons on a page. I hope you read and understand. With tear smudged ink the papers stained. Twas Written with a trembling hand. I've confessed my sins to you my dear.