I know that I still feel the same way about you
When I fell in love I knew it would last forever
I know we could face the world, you and me together
In a world full of judgment's cruelty and love
I know hand in hand we'll get through the tough
I give you my heart, hope for you to take care
I promise to stand by you and for everything to share
Nights that seem to last forever, and I cannot be with you
Days when I cannot hear you I struggle to get through
When you hold me in your arms I feel so safe and warm
You protect me through sunny days even during a storm
I know in my heart and mind our love is true and strong
Standing by each other’s side we will always get along
Deep down I believe we can last forever and day
Words of love I'll continue to write and continue to say
How much I love you and how much I care
Without you in this world I'd be nowhere
I promise you the moon and the stars in the sky
Nothing in this world can wreck this love between you and I
I'll never do anything wrong by you and I won't betray
Always and forever in your heart I'll forever stay
Each time I look at you my heart beat skips a few
I get caught up in the moment while taking a glance at you
Each time I hear you, a smile you always manage to bring
I know in my heart and soul you're my everything
Till my dying day, each day I continue to live
My love for you will grow, each day becoming more massive
The love between us is beautiful and true
I fall in love over and over again each time I look at you
Soul Glow
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
What is a Friend?
What is a Friend?
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement: friends of the clean air movement.
5. Friend A member of the Society of Friends; a Quaker.
Where in the word friendship does betrayal show up?
1. A. To give aid or information to an enemy of; commit treason against: betray ones
b. To deliver into the hands of an enemy in violation of a trust or allegiance: betrayed Christ to the Romans.
6. To be false or disloyal to: betrayed their cause; betray one's better nature.
7. To divulge in a breach of confidence: betray a secret.
8. To make known unintentionally: Her hollow laugh betrayed her contempt for the idea.
9. To reveal against one's desire or will.
10. To lead astray; deceive.
Now I want everyone to sit back an honestly ask themselves how good is
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement: friends of the clean air movement.
5. Friend A member of the Society of Friends; a Quaker.
Where in the word friendship does betrayal show up?
1. A. To give aid or information to an enemy of; commit treason against: betray ones
b. To deliver into the hands of an enemy in violation of a trust or allegiance: betrayed Christ to the Romans.
6. To be false or disloyal to: betrayed their cause; betray one's better nature.
7. To divulge in a breach of confidence: betray a secret.
8. To make known unintentionally: Her hollow laugh betrayed her contempt for the idea.
9. To reveal against one's desire or will.
10. To lead astray; deceive.
Now I want everyone to sit back an honestly ask themselves how good is
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Gazing
Gazing into a mirror, each morning everyday something new appears.
I look in the mirror at the flesh of what I’ve know to be me all my life. Until one day all the imperfections stood out. The mirror broke scattering pieces across the floor. I bent down to pick up the pieces and realized that I am the pieces, in pieces. As I look at myself separated in all those pieces the mirrors pieces began to shatter even more. What am I?
The imperfections start to appear more and more by now my hands are bloody from trying to pick up the pieces of myself. Every time I try to fit a piece together I bleed more and the pieces don’t fit. Voices in my head are telling me “you are the crowd you keep”, how true is this? Have I become the very ones that I despise? Am I no better than the enemy? I am not like her, but wait who is the girl in all these pieces of the mirror? Am I like her? Is that I or am I she?
I remember her I finally got a hold to a piece. Wait. I remember. She is the girl who gave one her all and in return he gave her an empty spot in her heart. There is a whole straight through it. Only thing is the heart is still beating but it has no rhyme to rely on. She was the girl who had a best friend that betrayed her trust. I remember she was the girl that bounced from home to home looking for someone to end the looking. The girl she gave up on life.
My hand, oh my hands are so torn. I’m throbbing I still cant put the mirror back together I cant let her fall apart and stay that way I must help her. She is trying to help herself, but she needs me. Me only I can help her. Am I she? Is she me? I am her! I’m picking her up, but every time I pick her up a new cut appears on my hand and I throw the glass back down and it shatters into more pieces.
This girl in the mirror keeps hurting my hands. She wants me to pick up the pieces and put her back together, but I can’t. I keep bleeding. And she, she keeps crying.
I look in the mirror at the flesh of what I’ve know to be me all my life. Until one day all the imperfections stood out. The mirror broke scattering pieces across the floor. I bent down to pick up the pieces and realized that I am the pieces, in pieces. As I look at myself separated in all those pieces the mirrors pieces began to shatter even more. What am I?
The imperfections start to appear more and more by now my hands are bloody from trying to pick up the pieces of myself. Every time I try to fit a piece together I bleed more and the pieces don’t fit. Voices in my head are telling me “you are the crowd you keep”, how true is this? Have I become the very ones that I despise? Am I no better than the enemy? I am not like her, but wait who is the girl in all these pieces of the mirror? Am I like her? Is that I or am I she?
I remember her I finally got a hold to a piece. Wait. I remember. She is the girl who gave one her all and in return he gave her an empty spot in her heart. There is a whole straight through it. Only thing is the heart is still beating but it has no rhyme to rely on. She was the girl who had a best friend that betrayed her trust. I remember she was the girl that bounced from home to home looking for someone to end the looking. The girl she gave up on life.
My hand, oh my hands are so torn. I’m throbbing I still cant put the mirror back together I cant let her fall apart and stay that way I must help her. She is trying to help herself, but she needs me. Me only I can help her. Am I she? Is she me? I am her! I’m picking her up, but every time I pick her up a new cut appears on my hand and I throw the glass back down and it shatters into more pieces.
This girl in the mirror keeps hurting my hands. She wants me to pick up the pieces and put her back together, but I can’t. I keep bleeding. And she, she keeps crying.
Friday, March 27, 2009
The Meaning Of <3
Music means that world to me.
I remember the first time I heard sound.
Not exactly, but when I fell in love for the first time I was in band.
Band meant the world to me I’ve played my clarinet since 5th grade and all through high school.
As I sit back and remember this big impact music has had on my life.
It started everything that I love.
My beautiful son Kaylen came from a great musician I was in love with.
Music brings people with no similarities together. Only that they sound good together.
Bob Marley used music to unite nations.
Motown paved the way for black music.
Cadillac records.
Temptations. Tina Turner. Al Green. Marvin Gaye. Old school made a way for new school.
Music is a way of life.
I love music.
Music means that world to me.
I remember the first time I heard sound.
Not exactly, but when I fell in love for the first time I was in band.
Band meant the world to me I’ve played my clarinet since 5th grade and all through high school.
As I sit back and remember this big impact music has had on my life.
It started everything that I love.
My beautiful son Kaylen came from a great musician I was in love with.
Music brings people with no similarities together. Only that they sound good together.
Bob Marley used music to unite nations.
Motown paved the way for black music.
Cadillac records.
Temptations. Tina Turner. Al Green. Marvin Gaye. Old school made a way for new school.
Music is a way of life.
I love music.
Sinking
The ship set sail.
I gave up.
I threw in the towel.
I can't keep doing this.
One moment were ok, the next we’re at WWIII.
I gave up.
There is nothing left worth fighting for.
Is fighting worth fighting for?
No trust.
I gave up.
Every time I tried to make it right I only did wrong.
You never saw the good in me, only what you wanted to see.
No love.
I gave up.
You gave up on us.
I thought we were like sisters and sister stick together.
No commitment.
I gave up
I’m sinking this ship because its destination is nowhere.
It’s carrying empty cargo.
No nothing.
I gave up, because giving up is never the thing to do.
I gave up, because I finally see you for you.
I gave up, because what more can I do for you?
I gave up, because everything well nothing pleases you.
I gave up, because when I gave, you gave it up.
The ship sinks.
I gave up.
I threw in the towel.
I can't keep doing this.
One moment were ok, the next we’re at WWIII.
I gave up.
There is nothing left worth fighting for.
Is fighting worth fighting for?
No trust.
I gave up.
Every time I tried to make it right I only did wrong.
You never saw the good in me, only what you wanted to see.
No love.
I gave up.
You gave up on us.
I thought we were like sisters and sister stick together.
No commitment.
I gave up
I’m sinking this ship because its destination is nowhere.
It’s carrying empty cargo.
No nothing.
I gave up, because giving up is never the thing to do.
I gave up, because I finally see you for you.
I gave up, because what more can I do for you?
I gave up, because everything well nothing pleases you.
I gave up, because when I gave, you gave it up.
The ship sinks.
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