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How many times... |
How many times have I looked at your face and wondered where you strayed. Wondered to what memories you wandered or what secret hopes filled your heart. Wondered in doubtful times if you wanted to leave, to find another life where only gentel chimes echoed across the morning lighy and church bells ring triumphantly at midnight. I know I bring a fractured love, a heard peiced together at great cost, eyes scarred from too much seeing and ears dimmed with a plethora of sounds. I bring you a face marked by times relentless sculpting... A memory circumscribed by joy and disappointment.. A mind cluttered with unfinished plans and half-completed hopes. But most of all I only bring myself, with all the love and courage and tenderness I possess. And I only fear when I look at you - withdrawn and distant - And wonder where you strayed... *Unknown |
Love Is A Magnificent Thing |
Love is a magnificent thing If you enjoy always arguing If you enjoy someone not always being there for you It's great fun if you don't mind the problems The lying and the hurting Everything is perfect except for the yearning. Love is a magnificent thing If you like the constant yelling If you like someone constantly hurting you Great fun when you aren't too busy crying Too busy sighing, or too busy dying Everything is perfect except for the lying. Love is the most beautiful thing When you're kissing When you're hugging When you're dancing When you're just together Feeling like no one could touch the two of you. But then after all of the loving, crying And lying and really caring deeply for him Comes the end When you discover he's been cheating. |
~ Broken ~ |
Sit back wait to bleed Take your hands and tear me open I'm just a book, too hard to read I know the words, but they aren't spoken Happiness a page away You drop the book, I start all over Soul searching so endlessly Turn the page to what I see I see your face, the window pane Now I'm broken Corruption to my brain I sit back, I wait to bleed Take your hands and tear me open It's getting dark, too dark to see I'm all alone and now I'm broken Sit back to take a drink A bit too much, I fall over It's getting hard, too hard for me Take it way I'm still broken. ~ Jeromy Hutton |
Crazy |
It's crazy how you can know someone For almost your entire life But not really know them at all. It's crazy how you can think about someone They go through your mind, all hours of the day But yet, you haven't seen them in months. It's crazy how you can remember every feature Their nose, eyes, mouth, and sweet lips But it seems that you've never been close to them long enough. It's crazy how you only want one person For you whole life But never realize it, until you've lost them. It's crazy how you were all he ever wanted While the two of you were growing up But now he wants nothing to do with you. Now the role is reversed He's all you want and you'd do anything for him But he got sick of waiting, and now you're screwed. |