Friday, November 25, 2016

Temptress

She's a temptress don't let her fool you
She can steal your soul before you know it
Ginger hair and eyes a lovely shade of blue
You'll fall in love without even showing it

She's a temptress but she doesn't think so
They all tell her how lovely she is all the time
But she looks in the mirror and doesn't see it
But her emotions can turn like a spinning dime

She's a temptress, the whole world knows
She will steal your heart and you'll be lost
She thinks she's nothing special in this world
But she risks it all for his love at whatever cost

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Dark

The dark is calling to me again
Demanding I come for a stay
Filling my head full of lies
Trying to to take my life away

The dark whispers sweet nothings
Making me believe all it has to say
Filling my heart with this dread 
Making my soul fade to the gray

The dark is temptimg me right now
Making me think everything is okay
But deep in my heart I know it's not
But it wants me to hurt in this way

Not Strong

I'm not strong anymore
I can't take this kind of pain
Many days I want to die 
But my tears pour like rain

I'm not strong anymore 
I feel sick deep in my soul
Things keep ruining me 
And has created a big hole

I'm not strong anymore
I find myself in endless tears
I'm trying to find that light 
To get rid of all of these fears

Glass

Pieces are all around me on the ground
Broken shards of this frail heart 
Be careful where you may step 
For those tiny shards may tear you apart

Shattered pieces strewn all around
Emotions of all kinds thrown like trash
Just look at me with my shattered heart
Why must you always be so rash?

Saturday, November 19, 2016

What is this Thing?

What is this thing you call Life?
A beautiful thing y ou say so full of strife?

What is this thing that you call Love?
Enchanting they say like the wings of a dove?

What is this thing that you call Hope?
Dreams of the future to help you cope?

What is this thing that you call Pain?
So much sorrow but what is there to gain?

What is this thing that you call Joy?
Does it know that your heart is not a toy?

What is this thing that you call Life?
Yes it's all of that... cuts like a knife!

The End

When everything you have tried
Has finally come to a screetching halt
When all the love you have given 
Feels like nothing more than a wound with salt

When all your conversations 
Have simply died down to nothing
What is there left to give 
When you used to be something?

Dreams and plans have been killed 
Because of the cruel hand of fate
Sometimes you find yourself wondering 
If all the plans you have are too late

Nothing can compare you for this 
All the pain that you have in your heart
The feeling like you don't belong 
How do you mend? How do you start?