Archive for June, 2011


Missing something is all i knew

until i saw the light of your eyes

i found i was missing you

the face of the sun just on the rise

with the walk of a gazzel

you created a heart that flies

rushing cuz its too early to tell

if its love with no disguise

or if there’s hell inside beauty’s crypt

makin me speechless or just shy

tryin to just stay with the script

as if one word would make you say good-bye

i want to express every feeling

cuz you leaving is like watching my heart die

an abortion to love just conceiving

so let me paint your name upon the sky

as our hearts rest upon the clouds

fueled by a love God can’t deny

a soul rescued from the shrouds

…my name is…


Running through a field of dreams
watcing as it fades from green
darkness upon my heals like basit hounds
defining song birds of hope now without sound
pausing to pluck a blooming rose to keep
only just to see its beauty seep
i struggle towards the light above the mountain
but the scenery wont move, no ground i gain
panic sets in as my strength begins to wear
lightning strikes the sky threatening to tear
racing to get over the mountain top
hoping to find where the storm will stop
to build a house where she can make a home
soft grass padding the childrens feet
to live with my heart and be complete
instead of completely without my heart
running through a field torn apart…

do you remeber the love we shared?

i know it was real by these scars ive bared

moving on is like going thru barbedwire

cutting deep biding my loves fire

so many have marked my hearts mortality

not even the angel reaches converse equality

do you remember me as often as i try to forget

i look for that twinkle in evey eye

subconsiously searching for you

under new skies upon lold lies

when will falling not end in failing

not love stricken become heart impaling

falsly ‘wearing my heart upon my sleeve’

just to cover scars that will not leave

the years only infect instead of healing

or is it easier to blame in order to cope my feelings?

as to be locked behind or thrown from bars

then to stand in the mirror to see me behind these scars

eachone a mile marker in my lifes road

no hidden meanings, just a story untold

loves the ink upon my soul

as pride and hate stretch the scroll

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