NoLove
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My sweet,
No that’s not right.
My love? Darling?
Sweetheart?
I can come back to that, It’s fine.
Living a day in the fast lane is the epitome of not enjoying life.
We wish for weekends, holidays and events but do we actually live each day?
I’ve worked my whole life to be great at something and loved by everyone .
Never knew love could turn you cold did you?
Love was what I'd always hoped for
when i finally got it I wished i never had it
Love was what made me so cold
Falling was what I did
One day I couldn't reconize myself. I looked in the mirror and couldn't find my face from all the troubles of the world. I wear a smile to cover the pain as I wash away the blood and scars. He hit me. As the red washed away my mind did too.
Poor little whore boy,
You sit there in your office,
Reviewing your files.
Looking for your next case.
I can't seem to understand why we aren't connecting.
Your taste still lingers in my mouth.
I still smell you, but on strangers in close proximity
Our world is very green and hollowBlood is our only stainsMany people imagine a world of greenas supreme
this generation really has me loosing patience. I dont know how there gonna make it. Always counting on phones , what if one day phones turn into drones and take over the world .
Just eighteen, oh so young, but all bulged up.
Her mom will slap her, her dad will kill her.
Her boyfriend will not even see her.
She looks at the pile of books and articles on her desk,
so messed up like her life.
No longer close
Lives pass by each other, but never look up or notice
No longer each other's focus
Out of reach
Out of touch
No longer know
Strangers living in alternate universes
Times like this I wish the raindrops outside would pause for a moment. As my heart slows and I lay in silence.
She told me we were forever.
She told me she would never leave.
She even told me that we would stay together because I was tw baby with a mistaken name.
So because my skin tree tones, my thighs are thick and my hair doesn’t reach the floor I’m not acceptable, this is my generation. Were your shoes has to be worth more than your rent and your clothes has to match your shoes or you define as poor.
The curriculum is based on the standards
No time to find yourself or to get passed them
The teachers have rules
That we have to follow
I wrote on your heart,
wrote on your songs,
wrote out my misery all along.
Too blind to see,
were meant to be,
or am i mistaken for imaginary catastrophed destiny?
I thought you were different,
All my life, I have been searchingSearching for that affectionThe love that I never received
I know my father is deceasedSo you're a single parentYou've been searching and dating to find a man that loves you
If you see him,
Would you tell him that I'm here?
In this place where we started;
And laughed
And cried;
And ended.
If you see him,
Would you tell him I'm sorry?
This girl who is she?
What is her means ?
She has been throrugh alot
Alot of things you have never seen.
They say she's jamaican but is that all to her ?
She seems that she has something else to offer.
She ask the teacher for the pass so she can get out of class.
That teacher teach too much and she don’t care if she pass.
Her environment had her turning. No time for learning.
In retrospect,
kissing her was not the smartest thing I could have done.
it was probably, (and I mean Probably in its severest form)
was the worst thing I could have done all summer,
This love,
that's breaking me down.
The names i've been called,
the hurtful things you say.
This love,
the one haunting me.
Why can't i just let you go?
Erase you from my memory.
I want to change my stars,
I'd rearrange the heavens just to hide my scars.
With this desparate need for the right directions,
i have strayed from my past intentions.
I let the flame fizzly out,
Perhaps I will purchase new glassesAnd frame my darkened lamps anewAnd auspiciously. Here I might beseech,Behold, and betoken another looking-glass self;Here enkindle and focus new knowledge
"Just come to me my dear, and you will have no fear."
She walks alone through school; no one seems to think she's cool.
There's something about her that makes my dead heart stir.
Im behind these cold bars
can no longer see the stars
the only sound i hear is the wind pushing into the cars.
Although not, i feel alone
the pressure filled inside me is pressing against my dome
Love doesn't come with directions,
it's never quite the same
Sometimes it leaves you broken up,
or changes your last name
One look,
one touch,
one smile could really change it all
I miss the stones
That used to tap on my window
To wake me up
And sneak out with my people
I would softly laugh
As I climbed down the wall
To greet you with open arms
But now you are gone
You never took the time to see how i felt,
You simply did instead of do.
I was hurt , Heartbroken and unheard
and now im all alone.
Helpless, Defenseless and Aching .
Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice aloud and suddenly,
I feel I'm falling, lost in a dream.
You were everything to me,
The air that I breathe,
Teenage years coming to an end
Happier days to come, my friend
It's finally college time
Ready for the change
Title changes from kid to adult
Exactly what we were waiting for
F**k the old me, I’m the new me, a past life full of groupies/
Controlled by tv and movies, "b***hes and money" is what I need, see my greed?/
Sex was to join the cool kids, sit at their table, and power enabled/
dreary nights pass before mei lay in a bed of flowersi feel a nuisance to everyoneas Ive wonder what i ve done wrongi think of nothing severmy heart pounding in my chestracing as i contemplate
I once thought of you as my father
Although your blood doesn't run through my veins
That's what I claimed
But then one day;
Like glass shattering, something snapped in you
You took advantage of me
Small and vulnerable,
she listened to you.
You showed her,
made her believe
your love was true.
She didn't ask for this.
Your words hurt.
"You're beautiful."
"You're sweet."
"You're all I need."
I know you mean the words you say.
It just hurts to know the truth that we'll never be.
The truth that I'm mixed and you're white.
