When I'm With YouWhen I'm with youWhen I'm With You in Free Verse More Like This
silence touches my lips
I could not break into a song
I could not hear my heart beat
neither can I see the sky
nor feel the earth move
My body would be stiff
and cold blood rushes in.
You wouldn't understand
why my stares are dry
locked at your beautiful eyes
wishing that seeing is believing
and believing is nothing real
for time's a churning waste
Woman, you capsized me
a ship sailing through
the seven seas of might
If I'm the Titanic,
The Behemoth, the virgin, the maiden
you would be the iceberg
that struck the bow
filling me no warmth
slowly sinking, splitting
in half, in shreds, in death.
ShiverI could have heard your whisperShiver in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the middle of the night-
your ever sweet murmur
that all will be alright.
And the wind is your hands
touching my torn skin
(wishing it to be real skin
and tangible glands).
But, a wish is but a simple dream
created creatively like a flowing stream;
a wish is but a simple film
in black and white, a monochromatic theme.
I never have believed, I have never saw that film
which holds the gaze in your undying theme.
Eyes In The LiesI could only see with one eyeEyes In The Lies in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But everything around me have two eyes.
The color I see is monochromatic
But all I could see isn't frantic.
My eyes have not yeat expressed joy
And only blankness could play with the toy.
I could only see with one eye
And still haven't tasted those lies.
Eternal Non-ImmortalI've been under the shade of lightEternal Non-Immortal in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And for some time it dictated my emotions
But now is a different story time
And I need to set free my relations.
The rain is pouring from birth until now
And is eternal but not immortal
But the cascade is slowly changing
When it heard it won't be a goodbye.
I blinded myself until I'm done for
But a streak of luck changed my destiny
And now I'm trying to live a different story
That won't burn me out for good.
TechnologyAlmost read in chorusTechnology in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And sung by many hearts
In the orchestra of the mallus
Which acted many arts.
With combined minds
Only will ot come through
And will be left behind
If many of them are not two.
See, they made men fly
And walk across water
Or make travelling faster than might
By adding additional kilometers.
Manpower created horsepower
And horsepower created flight
But because of abuse of this power,
Men have started to fight.
Stop this insolent violence...
You have created such violence!
Where is your respect
In order to gain respect?
These are what it brought about:
Both kindness and violence.
We have made good use of power it brought about
But we are gone and it held our license.
Black Saturday BluesSaturday,Black Saturday Blues in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A little bit alone
In this world of trays
And full of ignorant bones.
Left, right, up, down,
You could see them all over
And my feet are getting tired
From walking away from the lied.
And these men are a little bit confused,
Not knowing what is in the leaves
Of what they are and what they do.
They never thought of leaving
That insanse hobby that is fake
'Cause they all died trying,
Not knowing what is fake.
Maybe I'm one of them
That was blinded by one's anthem
When I heard them sing
In the land full of dreams.
What we thought true may be cannot
And all our minds are corrupt
Today in this Black Saturday Blues
Which I thought to have no gloom.
Unfinished PriorityLying,Unfinished Priority in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Waiting for the appropriate time
But my eyes are getting heavy.
Ready to shud down my vision
And enter the realms
Where science can't explain
Such phenomena in my slumber.
Playing a wonderfull composition
In the long-awaited opening
Of this dreamland,
A new dimension in the outskirts
Of this so-called fantasy
That I perceived as real.
There's this light
That the sould shouldn't enter
Unless it wants to leave physically
Out of this world of sorrow
But there's always someone out there
Who would cry
Because he/she losta friend.
QuestionsDoes a friendQuestions in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have this right
To get angry
Because of this
Stubborness within her?
Does a friend
Have this right
To feel bad
When his friend
Is so stubborn?
Does a friend
Have this right
To have fights
With his friend
When she's stubborn?
I don't know
The answers to
The questions I
Have just written
On this paper
YmmariShe's a childYmmari in Free Verse More Like This
Loved and cared like a plant:
A beautiful flower
In this world of chaotic violence
Yet she's never been trampled
By the dirty hands of men.
She's loving and caring
And the prettiest among them all,
Outblooming other competitors
In the race against time.
So innocent she barely cried
At the foot of the commanding voice.
And with her innocense and childishness
Men fall for her.
And a woman.
A World So ColdCold...A World So Cold in Free Verse More Like This
Every inch of my body froze
An I'm lying in this nothingness
Until Death comes and claim me
My blood slowly changed temperature
And I'm starting to turn blue.
My lips are chapped,
My skin is drying up
Yet no one is there to save me.
Time is against me
And there is a race against me.
I'm trapped between giants
And I'm lost beneath the waves
That almost cost me my life.
The final curtain is yelling
And I'm nearing my saddened path
Yet no one came to save me
And I'm losing against death's wrath.
Two poems of the pastTwo poems of the past in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
- Meaningful shortness -
longing so much
arms around one another
nothing but good times
gazing into each others eyes
- Two make one -
all walking pass each other
ready for the fall
it has happen to me
smiling all day
so many great times
and we have forever to figure this out
much experience is you
innocence is me
ready for the catch
and now I know that two really make one
Another dayAnother day in Free Verse More Like This
These lonely mornings
Make you want to hide from the world
Escape to your own reality
A place where you will find the other
The one that can make you happy
You would do anything for that person
Each and every second counts
It's the time you have together
You can't lose that person
There would be no point to live
Your life might as well end
That one person is all that matters
Let the rest of the world disappear
It doesn't exist
You want to stay in your fantasy
Where the memories are alive
But once you open your eyes
You are in your cold room again
Here without the other
Only thoughts are left
Wishes that may never be
Hope that doesn't seem to die
You search for your last strength
To continue another day
The empty night follows
Only one star shines through
You know it by heart
The one that means everything to you
You feel less alone
If only you could be there
Then you could show your true feelings
And tell that one person exactly how much they mean to you
You need to see the other once m
Slipped awaySlipped away in Free Verse More Like This
Look into those eyes
It will be the last time
Tomorrow you won't be here anymore
Give a final kiss on the forehead
You're not gonna come back
And no one can bring you back
The day has arrived
Nothing will ever be the same again
If only you had another chance
To do it right this time
To make life worth living
You feel sad about how it all went
Yet one good thing came out of it
You can never forget that
It was just not enough
Your spirit is fading
You are leaving this world
Now just hope that you will see the other again
How much you will miss that person
But this is what you chose
There you go
Hear the other speak
"Stay with me"
Trying to hold on to you
"Don't leave me"
Begging you to wake up
"Please open your eyes"
But it's no use
SomewhereSomewhere in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
The question that haunts your mind
You have to find that one person
Search everywhere you can
Even look inside your dreams
Imagine that person in front of you
Try to hold on to that image
Embrace that someone in your mind
Let your heart speak to you
Maybe you will get a sign
That star you still follow
It shines just as bright as ever
Yet you feel so lost
All you see is darkness
The silence becomes frightening
How lonely this place is without the other
Patience is a difficult task
It hurts so much to be apart
The pain is real
You have only one wish
Make it come true
Don't give up your search
Hope will bring you to the other
Wherever that person is
One day you will meet
That thought keeps you sane
Never let go
Only then it will happen
Get to that place
The one where the other will be as well
Stay there and wait
Until the other one arrives
Just one wondering thought lingers
Will you be here?
Claire de luneClaire de lune in Free Verse More Like This
As the sun sets
The moon comes out
She shines her glow
Pure and strong
The sky is her home
The stars are her friends
Together they show true beauty
Down below life continues
As the moon follows each and everyone
No path is unseen
Many loves have grown under her glow
Full moon is upon us
This is your chance
The one you needed
To see your one true love again
As it's the last time you can
This night is the way out from reality
Be together in this everlasting moment
Believe in your love
And it will happen
A graceful touch is felt
You turn around
The music plays
Calm and gentle
A song you remember by heart
With such a romantic special meaning
You look into each other's eyes
Dance away as one
Don't ever let the song stop
You dance with such grace
Magic surrounds you both
Your expression is full of joy
You hold that person tight
Smile one more time
As you kiss the one you love
But then it all starts to fade
Till it completely disappears
And there is nothing left but air
The second waltzThe second waltz in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you so quiet?
You're thinking back
Trying to recall the past
A memory long forgotten
All those small things that happened
You were young
No worries what so ever
You had no idea how life would turn out
Now your childhood comes back to mind
A nostalgic feeling flows in
The dawn reveals itself
Yet you are still surrounded by mist
You can't get out
Stuck in this place
Lost without a sight
You keep remembering those days
A moment of laughter
A room filled with smiles
Your mom walking next to you
It's all in the past
No need to cry
Just stay strong
All those cherished memories
They can never be lost
Someone holds out their hand
See what follows
It's a motion of happiness
Listen to the music
Let the dance begin
You will be free
Stop for a second
Look at the other
You can finally smile again
A tear falls from your eye
Into your hand
Your second chance
MemoriesMemories in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do you remember?
A smile so sweet
It would make each day better
And make you smile in return
Do you remember?
A hug so tight
You would want to hold on forever
And feel safe
Do you remember?
A feeling so special
You would never be cold
And let the warmth surround you
Do you remember?
A tear so painful
It would hurt you inside
And make you cry as well
Do you remember?
A night so perfect
You would sleep in each other's arms
And be content
Do you remember?
A whisper so soft
You would lay even closer
And listen to only that voice
Do you remember?
All those precious moments
They remind you of something even more important
The strong bond shared between the two of you
Now you can only dream
Of that time you were together
Those memories are worth it all
Just one smile
To see that face light up
Just one hug
To keep the other here a little longer
Just one feeling
To take that person in a dear embrace one last time
Just one tear
To even see a sad emotion again
Just one night
Non-fiction for the ComplacentNon-fiction for the Complacent in Biography & Memoir More Like This
[There's an introductory paragraph here . . .] This, I couldn't ignore. Not because of anything about that night, though -- not how heavy the summer air was feeling on my skin; not how the startling resonation [better word than 'interrupted'] my devoted concentration to whatever mundane activity I happened to be performing at the time. (I wonder if, in reading this, he'll detect the irony.) I must have been wearing my pajamas at the time. I must have been tired. (I took the call, though, and I don't regret it.) I answered to a familiar New York accent, spilling timidly into my eager ears. [I'll give you the rest when I'm ready to.]
I might have seen it coming. In fact, he might even have told me to expect it, but I surely can't remember that part now. Most of my past is a blur, come to think of it, and I try to tell myself it's best that way. However it came to be, I found myself suddenly thrust headfirst into an irreversible conversation, both a relapse to the way of life I'd spe
I like to examine . . .I like to examine the stitching of my clothing.I like to examine . . . in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I like to hunch my back, furrow my brow, squint my eyes, and peruse every overlap of thread.
What I've observed is this discrete dissonance -- this slight, subtle variation of color that whispers to me, 'Nothing is as it appears,' then snickers in my face each time I blink. In those milliseconds, which I know you'd never believe I can detect (but I can), those minor imperfections mock me, knowing I must realize I've settled for less than the best.
After a few minutes of study, with my eye muscles throbbing, I close the lids more heavily, with a sigh this time. I sit back, maybe tug at my shirt sleeves, and enjoy my own casual moment of secret satisfaction, for I am not the least bit disturbed by these small scale adulterations of common perception. (What I like is being uncommon among the crowd.)
[the last sentence is the least emphatic. i know. i'm trying to rephrase it.]
Diego(We'll call this chapter one. for now, anyway.)Diego in Short Stories More Like This
One of the first things he ever told me, walking slowly but with definite determination through a back alley a few blocks from my home in Seattle, is that he hates people who cut themselves. "Especially those shallow, horizontal cuts across their wrists," he said. "If you're gonna do it, do it once and do it right, fucking pussies." I couldn't think of anything to respond. "And if they really did mean it but just messed up, they should have long, deep scars from the wrist all the way to the elbow." He demonstrated on his own arm with his fingernail, one long drag, leaving a trail of blushing pink irritation. "Fucking idiots." We continued in silence.
I met Nik five weeks into summer. My friend [insert lusty name] introduced him as 'Diego,' a nickname matched to the exotic nature of his Californian hometown. His presence in Seattle certainly offered us a different cultural perspective.
Culture aside, Nik's personal perspecti
untitled and unfinisheduntitled and unfinished in Short Stories More Like This
Toward the end of the two years I lived in San Francisco, I developed a casual acquaintence with a young bohemian type named Jenny. I found her common name to be quite unintriguing, but her character more than compensated for this misnomer. Jenny stayed with a bright-eyed friend named Hazel in the apartment across the way from the less notable apartment I rented during that time.
The physical proximity of our lives, despite what an onlooker might expect, was not what prompted our meeting. 'Meeting,' in fact, overstates our relationship, which was, in reality, my admiration from a slight distance of a young, inspired soul (who might or might not remember my name today).
Although she never knew it, I lived vicariously through this slender, dark-haired beauty. Insomnia plagued my nights, but I took solace in the thought that Jenny dreamt calmly of sweet things, and slept 'til noon on Saturdays, awakened only by the wa
Only DNA - thechristI exited the car, waved goodbye to Anna and her mom, "Thank you!" I shouted as the car pulled out of the driveway. I walked to the door fondling under the welcome mat for the spare key, while ignoring the June bugs flying into my tired body. I heard someone at the door. With a creak it opened and I saw on the other side of the wind door my stepmother Denise. Her normally calm brown eyes looked sad and angry at the same time. The wrinkles on her middle aged face were more vibrant. I walked in as she held the door open for me. I set my things by the door's entrance. There, glaring at me from the sofa, was my father, beer on the table and a cigarette in his hands. I wasn't sure what I had done, but I knew his expression well enough to know he was very angered.Only DNA - thechrist in Biography & Memoir More Like This
"What?" I questioned.
"Where the hell were you?"
"I told you, at the Lord of the Rings movie with Anna and her mother."
"You left a message on the machine and didn't even tell us what time you were going to be home!" his enraged sho
Roy G. Biv - thechristRoy G. Biv - thechrist in Free Verse More Like This
Red the passion and strength in our hearts.
Orange the motivation to work for our rights.
Yellow the friendship of the pride.
Green the abundance courage and life in our sprit.
Blue the protection we wait to feel.
Indigo the painful secrets of those who hide.
Violet the royal dye in all of us.
IntheNameOfLove-TaintedMelodyIntheNameOfLove-TaintedMelody in Academic Essays More Like This
My younger brother is the one who inspired this essay. A few days ago my family and I were sitting around having dinner when politics came up. My family is very conservative; sometimes they push my buttons for fun because they know I tend to be more liberal. My mom and her husband often laugh at things on the news when they hear about things being done by "target groups". My brother, who's only 12, said to them "You shouldn't make fun of people, it's not nice. Except gay people, you can make fun of gay people,". When I questioned him as to while only gay people he simple said, "Because they're gay,".
The second thing that inspired me to write this was watching the move "The Laramie Project". I'm pretty sure I cried through the whole thing. Matthew Shepherd had to die in order to open people's minds. Isn't being who you are the biggest freedom? Have the right to express yourself, to create and change. Love was the best thing we
Gay marriage? -BloodyteardropsGay marriage? -Bloodyteardrops in Academic Essays More Like This
Gay marriage...right or wrong?
Ask anyone what the most controversial issue of the year has been and they will more than likely say the debate on gay marriage. Is it right or wrong? There is nothing wrong about it! Everyone is entitled to the pursuit of happiness! Also, aren't all men and women created equal? What makes gays and lesbians different from heterosexuals? Since when have religion and state become one?
The Declaration of Independence was written on July 4th, 1776. In the opening paragraph it states "… that they are endowed by their Creator certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. All American citizens are entitled to these rights, be they gay or straight. If getting legally bound in marriage to the one they love makes heterosexuals happy then why are gays and lesbians denied that same privile
Choose to Become Gay by NorumuChoose to Become Gay by Norumu in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Reasons to Choose to Become Gay
1) To become rejected by society.
2) To have multiple groups against myself.
3) To raise risks of being physically harmed.
4) To raise risks of being mentally harmed.
5) To have less rights in the states.
6) To risk loosing family support.
7) To risk loosing friends.
8) To risk loosing chances at good jobs.
9) To get flamed for being a flamer.
10) To be a large target for rude jokes.
11) To be described as animals to others.
12) To be talked about as things among the law.
13) To raise my chance of being lead toward suicide.
14) To lose my chance at a rightful marriage.
15) To hide myself from everyone else.
Who wouldn't choose to be gay?!
DollPromises Broken, love is a lie,Doll in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You said you loved me, I asked you why.
A feeling of happyness no sadness just joy,
You said this but I feel like more of a toy.
A doll sitting smiling, A painted on face,
While you dance for others, You show them your grace.
Still sitting still smiling, A mask hides the pain,
Still sitting still smiling, The tears fall like rain.
You dance on and still your doll waits,
Stitting and smiling for all that she hates.
broken loveI rushed to the side of his unfit grave, and foolishly made an attempt to hold his corpse. He fell apart in my arms. In watching his remains being lost to the wind I knew this time no one could fix him. So I cried. I shed one tear for what we were. I wept for the lost memories and hope. I sobbed knowing that he was gone from my arms. My arms, that would have held him as he died and loved everything that was leaving them. In the end I cried till I was hollow, and I still hurt inside. New love came to me on wings of gold. I shot it with a flaming arrow and watched it plummet into my sea of tears. New love came to me on wings of silver. I embraced it just to slit it's throat and feel the last beating of it's heart. New love flew to me on wings of bronze…I never really felt that love. New love fell to me with broken wings, but when I healed them it flew away.broken love in Short Stories More Like This
Attempted BeautyKnowing all is well will bring me close to youAttempted Beauty in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting here creating we sift throught life and death
I smile to think you're mine
Sweet memory I walk alone beside you
Your songs can penetrate my lonely mind
I Know you well and you can find me,
drifting along in the sea of dreams
Painful to remember the way the past unfolds
And this december will be so much colder,
with you not her in my arms
OrcasThe screen door slammed three times before I finally got up to open it. It was late evening and it was about that time again. As I slowly opened the door just a crack a little black searching hand felt around. The door was opened fully. There was mom with her six kids standing on their hind legs, front paws held up waiting for the nightly hand-out.Orcas in Biography & Memoir More Like This
We had started feeding the raccoons to keep them out of our trash cans. Other people sometimes shot them for that offense but we could never do that. Soon word got out that there were unlimited tasty freebies to be had at the house on La Porte Road. It seemed that every raccoon on the island would visit us at different times of the evening every night.
The babies were the latest addition though. The first time mom brought them they were a little scared of us but that past in no time. They were all eating from our hands now. Young and old they came. They loved pasta and chicken but Roman Meal bread seemed to be the favorite. The marinara sauc
Sadness He had been sitting alone on a bench in the little park for hours. His pants were wet and half frozen. He hadn't bothered to brush away the thick coating of snow before sitting down. The trees sparkled from the heavy frost as if they were coated with sugar. Large flakes floated about like frolicking white butterflies and were collecting on his exposed head and clothing but he paid no attention to them. Not long ago he would have marveled at all the simple beauty around him but now nothing really mattered.Sadness in Short Stories More Like This
He slowly got up, sighed and shuffled along the icy path, eyes looking down at the ground, oblivious to his surroundings. He rarely paid attention to the world around him anymore. He could hear people speaking as they passed but their words were just a jumbled noise of unintelligible conversations flittering through the wind.
The harsh icy wind whipped around him; that moist bitter cold that somehow always seems to penetrate your c
The MonsterThey were climbing in a tree. I watched them as I ate my chicken sandwich. I thought of putting a piece in their path on one of the branches. It would probably annoy them. They may recognize me as a murderer of their kind, guilty of mass genocide.The Monster in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have a strange relationship with ants. I will go out of my way to not step on them or harm them in any way. That is until they are in my yard or house. I always tell them I am sorry just as I depress the button on the top of the can of Raid. It's my favorite weapon of choice. They don't hear me though. Most are dead before the words reach them.
I feel bad after I water the lawn. There are millions of them carrying the eggs to safety and it will be some time before they can go back to the nest. That is until I am back with my biological weapon. There will be no returning for some. The nest will mourn tonight.
Do ants mourn? Is there some ant in the nest that will say "Hey, where is Larry and Ted and Bob? They didn't come back after the big f
Memoir IntroI have lied a million times. A million lies, Im fine, Im fine. But everyone knows that no one who says she is fine ever is. I think of all the times Ive said those words, and all the times they were resignedly accepted. Im certain that every time I spoke those words, you knew they were lies. Yet you also knew that I said them because I didnt want you to press any further. Two words, two simple words that are the ultimate paradox of this disease. Im fine. But you know Im not. I want you to reach out to me. But I dont want to deal with your questions and my inability to explain.Memoir Intro in Editorial More Like This
I am trapped in a personal prison of paranoia where I firmly believe that no one can possibly understand my pain. I am completely alone, and in many ways, how I feel isnt far from the truth. Ive spent many days and long hours contemplating the stigma of my disease. I know without a doubt that if I suffered fro
Caverns of TimeLong ago I lived above ground with you,Caverns of Time in Free Verse More Like This
Ran with you
Smiled with you.
Long ago I spoke truths to you,
And shared visions, and sighs.
As the years went on, and we ran on,
I discovered holes in the earth
Where millions of people writhed in agony
And personal darkness.
It pained me.
It begged examination.
In the bottom of one of these holes was a pool of water.
I climbed down.
I wanted to know if I could see my reflection there,
If I had any place in this world.
And as I stared into the cool brilliance
The world changed.
It became twisted and dark and cruel.
I screamed at this nightmare vision.
I ran and I climbed in terror.
But my blood had run cold.
My heartbeat had slowed.
My hands and feet were numb.
I found that I hadn't the strength to leave this place,
And you had run on.
In the long nights
I sat in the muddy ground around the pool and wondered 'Why?'
In the days that followed
I remember screaming your name.
Eventually I came to remember
Social ExpectationsI find myself staring at opening possibilities. I find myself in situations that I never dreamed would happen in my life. I find myself in circumstances that are supposed to be good for me. I find myself feeling even more alone and clinging to the barest glimmer of inner strength.Social Expectations in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Life likes to take you on twists and turns. It takes a static situation and throws it for a loop. Perhaps the way your life used to be wasnt good for you, but the change feels traumatic and you are unprepared. It changes perspectives. It pushes your limits. It challenges you to make sense of your place in the world.
Ive spent a lot of my life feeling alone. Picture the typical scenario of feeling alone in a crowd and youd have me. To this day I spend a lot of time in my head and Ive always felt that there was no one that was able to share that space with me. I can try to explain it to the best of my abilities. I can try to pour out what Im feeling. I can try to explain why I feel
Go AwaySuppressed feelings of hate a disgust come to the surfaceGo Away in Free Verse More Like This
Never able to tell you in person, you get it in writing
The mental and physical abuse you give is building up
You think it's just a slap here and there
But the kicking, clawing and put-downs are in there too
Being so jumpy and defensive isn't normal
Flinching when someone tries to hug,
Fearing a slap when it's just a high five
You like to think you're my best friend
But do you really know me?
I didn't think so
Little SarahHi, I'm Sarah and I'm only threeLittle Sarah in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can't even climb a tree.
I sit in the floor, rolling my ball
Until it accidentally rolled down the hall.
I toddled after to retrieve it
Then picked it up and hugged it a bit.
The moment was broken by a movement in the kitchen
So I peered down the hall to see mommy in a lynch in.
She lay lifeless in the floor
And daddy called her a whore.
There was a bottle of Vodka in his hand
Always said it made him a man.
He saw me and staggered down the hall
I got scared and dropped my ball.
I tried to run but he grabbed my hair
That made me cry, it wasn't fair.
I kicked and screamed until he made me fall
Then he held my throat against the wall.
The light consumed me and to the Heavens I soured
Daddy threw my limp body down to the floor.
Hi, I'm Sarah and I'm only three
Today my daddy murdered me.
Who's to Blame?Beside you, on the cold ground,Who's to Blame? in Free Verse More Like This
a blood-soaked dagger lies.
With Crimson stains on your beautiful white dress,
you sit staring into the face of a mangled body.
As you hold the corpse in your arms,
a small smirk forms on your face.
Your lovers dead,
but who's to blame?
Hate MeI'm the itch you cannot scratchHate Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the bitch you cannot catch
I'm the friend you though you had
and the fiend that makes you sad
I'm the villain that plays the star
the villain with all the scars
I'm the lover you waited for
but over you I went, through the back door
I'm the one that hurt you
the one that haunts you
Give up you'll never see me
that's what's up you'll never be me
So just hate me it's easier that way
Hate me so I don't have to feel this way
.x.Missing You.x.I never saw this coming.x.Missing You.x. in Free Verse More Like This
I love you
More than anyone else ever could
I understand that you had to listen to him
And I couldn't tell you how I felt
I didn't think you would believe me
So I just leaned on memories
I needed you
Your touch, your smile, your kiss
All of it fell at my feet
I don't have feelings for anyone else
I was completely faithful to you
The man of my dreams
It hurt me so bad that you couldn't believe me
I kept thinking about you
I kept seeing you in my dreams
I wanted you so bad
I am sorry that you feel this way
When I got to see your face today
I knew I had to talk to you
I felt so stupid
I felt like a helpless child
Not knowing what to say
I just told you how I felt
And learned you felt the same
I felt both of our hearts
Screaming with pain
I just hugged you tight and kissed your lips
And I felt our love as strongly as I ever had
Baby, I just want you back
I know we will make it through
I have never felt like this
With anyone else but you
So remember in yo