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If Intro to Psych taught me anything; I suggest you build a giant bonfire, then cut off a lock of your hair and burn it. Then shout allah three times in a row, and your psyche should evolve at breakneck speeds.
Woke up in the middle of the night- cold sweat,
Dripping from my forehead, looked over your head.
Realized you left, saw a note left
Spoke there, read it to myself a few times,
Quote said - "I'm gone"
I couldn't believe it, it couldn't be,
Walked out of the house- I couldn't see.
Searching for you, left and right
You left tonight-
But your coming back baby, right?..
Answer is a blur, onversation has occured
You left me for no reason- Now I'm just hurt.
Words can't describe what I felt at that moment
'Cause when I look at you,
Words can't describe what I feel at that moment.
I'm walking "Down The Road" alone, with no one,
This time around, I'm holdin and reading on this poem.
If only she knew how much I loved her so,
But she'll never know.. So, I'm left alone.
Are others around me as lonely as I am
For I certainly feel that I'm lost and in short time
The ship of man's love will pass by out of reach
and leave me cast out on misery's beach
But I try to convince myself strongly that life
comes standard with loneliness, sadness and strife
that one whose existence is but sugar kane
is either an infant or a man who's insane
I simply must find my own bliss and no less
Carve happiness, peace, and love from this mess
of unkindness and loss and disappointments infernal
For life is a gift and a journey eternal
It's pretty evident, I'm heaven sent, look at where my heart is
I don't care about money or fame - I'm an artist.
And I, paint pictures influenced by scriptures,
Came from the bible - this game of survival.
And most people don't wanna hear it,
But I think they'll listen if the lyrics, are top-notch
And the box knocks, in the back, of the ride- BOOM! BOOM!
How much will I, con-sume?
Before I realize I need to revise what I see through these eyes
Be advised, the devil runs the world,
And it's up to you, to keep faith in your heart, when you touch the grooves,
On that handle of the pistol, put it down
And be thankful that you're even able to cry and frown.
Shit can be a lot worse homie, you know it's true
And you know what to do, so go in the booth
Scratch out the musical black cloud you're creating.
And write something positive, quit bowing to Satan
Quit doubting the achin',
You know you're hurting your body, your soul, and your family
That shit ain't fucking candy, so watch what you do, 'cause
He's watching you, plus - you got a conscience for a reason so you must,
Do what you feel is right, there ain't no other way
'Cause when you die, it's over, there ain't another day.
So, tell me why you spend more time to find a reason not to believe,
Instead to see the bleeding was for you.
They cheat and ignore too, people that brought you into life
But, what price?
Just to believe..
Just to believe.
It seems like lately, all I do is talk about you
How I lost you, now I can't go on living without you.
It feels wrong- living another man's life
Step back, watch her become- another man's wife.
Can't accept the fact, she stepped out of mine
Foolish mistake, 'cause I stepped out of line.
All I do is fight, but I never meant to lie
Trying to make her realize, I'm not like every other guy.
Tosses me aside, watching her cry
I can tell she feels my pain by the look in her eyes.
When the tear drops - the rest break through
I did all I could, and I'll say it again, I love you.
Now, you gotta know that I try,
And I fight, every day of my life..
Tryin' not cry, but it's hard
I'm leaving this world, and I'm going far..
Lord, forgive me for my sins
Everyone which I commit..
I left behind my soul, my world
And no one really knows.. (Me)
She is beautiful.
Her voice; soft and sweet. Delicate. Perfect.
Just like every other girl, she wishes she could learn how to play the guitar.
She'll never come across to trying.
A shy, little girl, who hides behind her brown eyes.
Long, soft, brown hair - covering her face.
Her figure seems perfect, though she says she hates it and thinks she needs to lose weight.
Her arms, her legs. Her hands, her feet. Perfect.
Her breasts sit comfortable, coming out of her shirt as if they seek attention as much as her.
Her face, to me, is a blur.
She suddenly appears, and somehow, seems more perfect than I had imagined.
Her skin is light, and as she moves toward me, a lovely smell accompanies her.
She is not real. She does not exist.
She is a mirror imagine of the man admiring her.
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