What is this world without Love? |
"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart."
- Eleanor Roosevelt
What's mine is yours...What's MineWhat's mine is yours. by b-a-d-a-ss
some people search their entire life,
for the one person they can hold at night,
In that first glance, that single kiss;
like all you've dreamt, all you've wished.
Me, I find it hard to love,
Yet i wouldn't change that if i could.
For when i do, I wear my heart on my sleeve,
it's yours to have, it's yours to keep.
A love that's powerful and ever-lasting,
I'd do anything for you, without asking.
So please my dear, don't try to rush;
You've stolen my heart and still make me blush.
with love. . . x x x
ForsakenNumb, weak, forgotten,Forsaken by b-a-d-a-ss
the feelings of the broken,
Ceasing to exist in other peoples lives.
The world that they created,
So fake and over-rated,
Why do i feel the need to Comply?
Sinners by name and number,
I am dumb, They are dumber,
Yet all i want to do is try.
when all has been forsaken,
my soul's the one been taken,
Hidden amongst everyone else's lies.
Alas, I feel the pain
there is nothing i can gain,
I only am what is seen in others eyes.
My wits have no power,
I'll be gone within this hour,
So now all I have is goodbyes.
The Thoughts Within.I'm forever wondering, sensing, trying to unravel what doesn't exist.The Thoughts Within. by b-a-d-a-ss
My fears opening, ripping apart my soul. uncontrolable angst.
The anxiety of being alone, stuck in this cage, Trapped in my mind.
The demon inside forcing distruction on my thoughts, leaving my body cold
and trembling always wondering, pondering on what ifs...
I try so hard to push them out, to disgard those wreckless perceptions
screaming, bleeding, pleading for the happiness to flow back in
and as i wait the fear grows stronger, sucking on my consternation
Oh how i wish this torture would come to an end, how the frustration
inside eats away at me, devouring the purity that once was.
and here i lay an empty carcass of presumption, of ifs, buts and maybes.
thus prevails the demon, triumphant once again. I should of expected
no, accepted what the future had in store. And now all that's left is
resentment for not being fair to myself. my aching heart no longer able
too broken to love again.