Roses are red, your face a dark blue, you left me for my friend, what else could I do?
All your love just lies, you never really cared, I thought we had something special, many memories shared.
Now your mine forever, stop giving me that dead stare, a window with a view, in my comfy chair.
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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
Attract, repel, give and take, It goes by many names. When persecuted, do not mistake; Karma has yet to play the game..
I thought we had it down I thought we'd come through I thought the way things were going It was just me and you.
I can't remember the last time we held each other tight, now loneliness just fills the cold night. It has been six months since you left me, under the shadow of the willow tree.
So scared and alone So lost and confused I miss the laughter But not being abused. I look in the mirror And hate what I see I'm mad at the way That you treated me.
Find myself falling for you But we haven't even met; Smile at the thought of your face But you haven't even seen me yet.
The fight for domination, only one can survive, the look of fear in their eyes, the smell of battle, causes them to thrive.
How can I stay focused, when you can't make up your mind, I think staying with you, is just a waste of my time.
Why did u do it. Why did u raise your hand. I told you before That's not the definition of a man. I watched them take you out In handcuffs as I cried My head hung in shame Feeling like I never tried.
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