Joining History

Reverse Response

Those innocent eyes and welcoming smile make it easy to trust you.

 No reason to cause alarm never thinking you would do any harm.

Naive of me to believe you could be so pure, did whatcha did to get what you wanted then you left me baby, if you only knew like I do, how karma comes back to bite you.

I pray you repent and ask for forgiveness before troubles come and daunt you. Never asked for nothing, simply loving and honesty honey, but maybe it was too much and it caused you to go running.

I never am one to fall in love with syrupy talk and butterflied tummies. However, with you the right felt funny and the wrong felt lovely.

If I only knew, about jokers like you, maybe I would have saved myself the headache of wasted time and heartache too.

Crazy of me to think that you would possibly be the one I say "I do" to.

Suppose I can't blame someone like...

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My heart cannot define or tell my head to relay words to my mouth.

 My body aches of worry and doubt

  My soul cries and feels empty and destitute

  I cannot describe how or what I feel exactly

  Days go by and and I want to cry but the pain I feel goes deeper than tears.

  I want to scream and shout and break dishes just to get that feeling out

 The thought of moving away use to set ease to my mind, now it just falls somewhere into the emotionless part of my brain and creates a hard concrete blankets over my soul.

 How do you fix something when you don't even know what's wrong You just know that you constantly feel alone Your heart always hurts And prayer doesn't even seem to work.

Joining History

The simple gifts are what lift me to higher heights and away from the deep thoughts of despair

My thoughts are what I wish I could share.

But Its sad that I fear, what will be said about what comes out my head.

My thought's shouldn't be judged for right or wrong, they should be viewed as a new song.

No one thinks the same way, so when a new thought is said it should apperciated and not ripped to shreds, crumbled up an annihlated,left for dead.

I guess you could say I am a realist.  I focus on the here and now and question things like why and how.

Why do we try and define what is "normal"? Because I do not think,look, act as you do I am defined as weird, someone who doesn't belong, an outcast, who shouldn't be here.

How can we stifle one's dreams when all they do is wish to be someone big, like in the magazines.

A little dreamin' never hurt nobody, just because you don't have any aspirations don't mean you gotta ...