...

Your thing

My thing

Everthing

Nothing makes since

Saying too much

Is never enough

Silence

Quit

Mute

Screaming

Trying

Failing

Failng

Failing

Falling

One thing to the next

Situation



Confrontaion

Must be rid of

A stand to be made

Love to be givin

Life to be living

Never ending...

idk

The days go by..
Emotions run high...
Loves on my mind..
The year so fast.
It past..
Lessons learned..
Songs sang..
Excuses heard..
As we come to thee end...
What is diffrent...
For the end is only the beganinng..
For some of repetition...
Others a new desicion...
Ways of life become a mystery...
Old habits become history..
Misery still loves...
To dwell on what is not....
The heart never stops loving...
The lover changes...
Sometimes stays the same...
Or recives new love in vain..
Explorations become..
Memories..
Tears turn to strength...
To never be hurt again...
Hard hearts...
Become soft..
For new love is found..
Fantasy becomes...
Reality..
Unfountanly
Reality isnt..
Always fantasy..
For life happens..
And the next second...
Is known to none...
But in the seconds givin...
Is in the descion..
Of one

My words

Realizing
That...
Their things that need to be said
And I know..
That without MY voice
Behind them..
They will lack
Compassion..
Conviction
The message will not...
Be clear
I dont expect...
For all to know
Or even attempt...
To grasp the jist
Of what I know...
To be MY thinking
Process..
But to only progress
From the words..
That I put together
From the jigpuzzle...
That lies beneth
My soul...
May they reach
In a way that can..
Be transparent
And understood..
Inhaled
And ...
Digested
May MY words...
Be tested

There are..

There are things that are said
there are things that are done
there are things that are ment for more then one
there things for u
and for me
but i know for sure we are not to be
what that being said the run was fun
so deep in love i begun
too much hesitation from ur sensation
but my creation wont be a desecration
so with that life shall still move with
changing moods of open hearts and bafoons
of sometime jus not being in the mood too havin noo food
but see the things of we is so strong
that even seprately you belong to the one that is me..