Archive for May, 2017


~….Will You….~

Will you love me tomorrow

even though I’ve come undone,

Will you love me tonight

past the setting of the sun,

Will you stand here beside me

when the rain lashes down,

Will you be the rock in the ocean

to help me when I drown,

Will you be the reminder

when I forget how to breathe,

Will you be the light

When darkness pulls me underneath,

Will you pull me closer

when I feel so alone,

Will you be here

remind me I’m not on my own….

.x.


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Memories….

And so the roses

fade to dust,

Tainted memories

fade to rust,

Blow across

the dusty floor,

Becoming ghosted echoes 

once more,

Open doors

curtains billow,

Dried up tears

on empty pillow,

Used to be laughter

in this room,

Now nothing but 

a sorrowful gloom,

Close the door

and lock it tight,

Sweep these memories

out of sight,

Time for you to move 

along,

Dance with me

to a different song….

.x.

~….24 hours….~

Its 10pm and I’m so tired I

 need sleep,

My mind moves faster

my thoughts you keep,

Its 11pm 

and I’m missing you,

My Sweet my heart

you have so true,

Its 12am and at the ceiling I

stare,

I so want to message you

just to know your there,

Its 1am 

and my mind whirls on,

I know I’d never cope

if you were gone,

Its 2am 

and anxiety kicks in,

Tell me my Sweet

in which way do you sin,

Its 3am 

your better than me,

This silence is hurting

it won’t let me be,

Its 4am

wish you were here,

Damn all I want 

is just to have you near,

Its 5am getting light

outside,

From all these thoughts?

there’s nowhere to hide,

Its 6 am your going

to bad,

Try not to cry

to much I’ve said,

Its 7am 

my day must start,

You reside 

so deep in my heart,

Its 8am 

here its all go,

My Sweetness these thoughts

my heart it does know,

Its 9am

I sit on the floor,

My Sweetness these thoughts 

my emotions are raw,

Its 10am

tell me how I cope,

I’ll tell you my love

its because I have hope,

Its 11am I’m tired 

and alone, 

So wish I

could call you my own,

Its 11am

is there another lady?

I’m getting emotional

there isn’t a maybe,

Its 12pm do you dream

of me,

Do you think of the future

and what it can be,

Its 1pm 

a message from you,

My heart skips a beat

I fall in love anew,

2pm I saw

you online,

I do that to

from time to time,

Its now 3pm,

sleeps calling me,

I day dream of you

of what could be,

Its 4pm 

you send me a moon,

Fate is an ass 

I’m enveloped in gloom,

5pm and we’ve talked

I feel sad,

Your busy I’m lost

I must be so bad,

6pm our conversations no depth

I know that your busy but don’t talk to me,

Its only “I love yous”

guess I’ll leave you be,

Its 7pm 

feels like I’m falling apart,

I must of been shot

there’s a hole iny heart, 

Its 8pm 

How’re you? how’s your day,

I’m ok, its going

is all that you day,

Its 9pm 

so in love with you,

So many damn thoughts 

wonder how many are true,

Its 10pm 

I’ve been up twenty four,

My Sweetness I’m tired

but can’t sleep once more….

Games….

Its hurts

that’s all,

You push

you pull,

You do as you do

but not as you say,

Secrets and hiding

games that you play,

A damn fucking whirlwind

not what’s on your mind,

And then she’s the bad one

for the things that she’ll find,

Ih why don’t you stop

your secrets and lies,

She’s sick of the smiling

while inside she cries,

Its simple those actions

speak louder you know,

She hangs on your word

so go with the flow,

Quit your hiding 

because with you she’ll go,

Let her in she’ll show you

things different anew,

About time you quit the games

that girl is so into you….

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