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What are you waiting for?
Tears are falling
falling like rain
it wasnt supposed
to be this way.
he wanted to go
to have a bit of fun
she let him
it was the end of his run.
the weather was bad
worse than it had ever been
he didnt notice the black ice
on the curve in the street
He wasnt going fast
he was trying to be careful
but the car lost control
he found himself wrapped
around a telephone pole.
the twisted metal
the busted glass
the plans they had
gone in a flash.
the wedding they planned
the future is is gone
like the whispering of lyrics
of their favorite song.
She really loved him
as he did her. but death
ended it all. she shall have
to push forward for their
little girl.
the lonelyness
and pain consumes her.. she wants
to be with him but she has the angel
to consider. she is the love child of them
being together.
She whispers every night before she
goes to bed. I love you darling
he is the last thought that fills her head.
she stares at the bottle. wondering how many it will take to end it all. a hand full or the whole bottle. should she drink the bottle of rum to make them go down easier. she thinks to herself, " why did it have to be this, way?" Why wasnt her love enough for him? Was there anything she could have done differently? She gave him her heart. Her very soul. But he crushed her. when he walked away. taking everything with him. She forgets to think about her daughter. that is or was her life. before him. Its as if nothing matters anymore. that she doesnt want to feel anything anymore. shes tired of turning her emotions off when it comes to dealing with the pain. this is a pain she has never had to face before. because she had never truly been in love.. or loved. She opens the bottle of pills.. looking at them as they spill on the table in front of her. they are are a pretty chrimson and white. She reaches out to touch them..one here and another. she puts them one by one into her mouth.. she takes a swallow of the rum..and repeats this again.. she starts feeling the burning of alcohol as she swallows.. she lays back.. replaying the last happy time she was in his arms..replaying the night he left..the night he crushed her heart in his hand.. she is now truly alone.. no one will find her for a few days.. nor will anyone care.. she feels the sleep coming on.. waiting.. waiting for it to consume her. waiting for it to make her heart or whats left of it to stop.. waiting to stop breathing..her last thought was I loved him..
I need a voice of reason.
someone that can tell me
that im making the right choice
someone that can tell me that
they have been in my shoes
someone that has loved
and felt lost, someone
thats had it all. and about to
loose someone important
or what used to be important
to them.
someone that has kids
that can tell me that what
i do will effect them.
someone that takes what
their kids say seriously.
I need a voice of reason
from someone that can tell
me that, i need to do whats right
for me and my daughter.
a voice that isnt telling me for
selfish reasons.. but because they do
care about what happens to me and what im doing with my life.
Where is my voice of reason?
people we see, people we meet
we never know what we seek.
are we looking for friendship
or something more, before
we even step out the door.
is it a glance. or a look
a touch that attracts, or
a combination of all that
makes us act?
when the meeting happens
what makes it last?
what makes it fall apart?
is it the yelling. the dirty looks.
the anger. mistakes.
if youve been her please post
at one time we had love.
we had it all.
when it the world did it
all fall.
was it a month ago
or maybe a year
was it caused
by to many tears.
months upon months
of passing in the hall,
and many more
with out even a call.
the distance has made
it. to where we dont
even talk. Now we are
Strangers that have drifted apart.
Sighs
the secrets, the thoughts
the memories, the faults
the plans the dreams,
will they fall apart
at the seams?
A distant past, a different
life. that was the time i
was your wife. will that
dream come to past,
will it even last?
you say you love me
and then pull away.
i ask whats wrong
you have nothing to say..
why do we do this to each other
why do we try
will this be truth
or just another lie?
if its truth then
lets live our lives
if its a lie i would
just as soon die.
it is said that honesty
is best. shall we have put that
theory to the test.
Do you love me?
do you care?
does it matter if im even here?
do i love you? yes i do, no words
that have been spoken have ever been
more true..
getting tired of the games
that ppl play.. they seem
to do it, in many ways.
a whipser here. I lie
placed there. Making
it seem like no one cares.
do they matter
the games ppl play
does it matter
who they hurt
who they torture
who they tear apart?
some things dont matter
dreams are just dreams
right? Meaning no one
really expects them to come
true?
But the little hope
of the dreamer. sometimes
wishes they will come true
because of the life
they live is crap
and they want what is in the dream
and that dream may disappear when
they wake..
Dreams.. do they ever come true?
You wipe the tears
you calm the fears
you hold my hand
and my heart.
You take my breath away
with out even trying.
you do it through
the many miles that
devide us.
You make me quiver
with a look or a smile
you make me, forget to think
You make the time
that seems to crawl
go by fast, seems
with effort.
You make me forget
to look at the clock
when i must get up
in a few hours.
you make it hard
to hang up the phone,
because then again,
i would be alone.
you make me dream
of a life that i
never thought I'd live.
and make it a reality.
you make me want you
and only you.
forever...
I hate myself for
feeling the way
i do. for believing
everything that others
say is true.
I hate to look in the mirror
and see emotion there.
emotion so strong
Meaning that i care.
Careing is fragile
as so is glass.
just waiting for things
to crumble and me fall
back on my ass.
I hate myself for
seeing the real me
the selfish person
that i have become to be
I want to much.
i love to much
i feel to much.
believe to much
I will hate myself more
if i dont listen to my heart
because if i dont heed it
my would will fall apart...
