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He chased after you,. But you said no. As you did know. He had a girl at home. He's no good for you,. But still he pursues. Until you felt low. And for sex, he'll do. But don't forget.
My dad wrote this for my brothers jake (18) for his 13th birthday.My dad is a bit of poet. So enjoy.
goodnight all,. and all farewell,. do wake up when you hear the bell,. I hope you all sleep rather well,. and you've all fallen for me and my spell,. keep your hands off my necklace of pearls,.
Looking out the window Thinking of a cry Thinking to myself Why this happened, why.
Rocking by on crimson tides Child you're all alone Sitting on your Daddy's lap But know he's not your father On his lap you sat for how many dollars .
Life is hard, I know it so, It's like I'm barred, I wanna let go.
Night times drawing closer. The fear is now returning. Like an unwanted chauffeur. Driving all your yearnings. He's round every turning. Your best to watch your back.
I've been to Quito, I've been to Rome I've never been anywhere that's felt like home.
1,2,3,4 what is that knock on the door. 5,6 are you feeling sick. 7,8 wish he'd take me on a date, 9,10 is that my pen. a,b,c wish I could go swim in the sea, d,e why are you so hard to please.
I just want to say About that perfect day, It was perfect in ev'ry way. Eating ice cream Under the sunshines beam, It was better than it may seem.
Animals are dying So I'm whining They shouldn't die I see them in my eye I can't live without them Ahem' I can't be without them.
Headaches are my nemesis, they crowd my brain with pain, Making my head feel heavy, with a dizziness that drives me insane.
It's funny that you lie to me. It's funny that you want to change who I will be. It's funny that I go along with it. Even though it makes me feel like shit. It's funny how you're perfect.
He told me he loves me. He told me he cares. But after a while. He wasn't even there. When I needed him most. He left me in the dust. And forgetting my feelings. Is really a must.
Nicola Blanch, Sat on a branch, Eating a bar of Snickers; Along crept a spider, Which blew up beside her, And left her with Snickery-Knickers..
And on this night, In your flawless white with flowers in your hair, There will be no parenthesis (just delight) To separate these names we bear.
If my bed were a time machine, I'd use it every night To travel back a year ago Before the morning light.
I still feel your hand entwined with mine. Wishing and wishing that we had more time. I still hear your voice, whispering to me. Luring me in, setting me free. I still feel your touch upon my face.
The images replay now, repeating in my head. I saw your ghost last night with a man dressed in red. It doesn't seem to matter that others graced my bed.
Our future is decided by strangers. All of those who unleash the dangers. Fate plays through them and karma watches over, whilst we all run for cover..
Don't try to live too tidy my friend; for inside a box is neat till the end..
Another month. Another year. Another smile, another tear. Another winter, and summer two, but there will never be another you..
I shot my bolt like a speeding bullet. I build up force by how long I pull it..
My perception of you, has widened to see. That you are the climber and I am the tree..