My years will be forgotten.
Never will I say,
I have lived great years.
It's not right, the truth was
I hated my life.
Just imagining
I met new friends in my lifetime
Is wasteful. And I know
Having everything
is the best way to go.
Being grateful, respectful, and understanding
Is overrated.
Trying to forget this,
Will be hard, but I'll try my best.
Changing the way I think
Is something I never thought about
Giving in
Was how I solved my problems.
Trying hard
Wasn't even possible
But I knew that
People thought I was hopeless
It might be true,
Unless we reverse this...

(I could prove everyone wrong)

Unless we reverse this...
It might be true,
People thought I was hopeless
But I knew that
Wasn't even possible
Trying hard
Was how I solved my problems.
Giving in
Is something I never thought about
Changing the way I think
Will be hard, but I'll try my best.
Trying to forget this,
Is overrated.
Being grateful, respectful, and understanding
is the best way to go.
Having everything
Is wasteful. And I know
I met new friends in my lifetime
Just imagining
I hated my life.
It's not right, the truth was
I have lived great years.
Never will I say,
My years will be forgotten.

Have I told you lately

Your B ad
Your I nconsiderate
Your T houghtless
Your C old
Your H ateful

Have I told you lately
What I think of you

It was our spring time in life
It was our love you left behind
It was our love blown away by the wind
It was our house that was full of sin

It is now the summer of my smiles
It is now that the new flowers that will rise
It is now my new love that will arouse
It is now my new house of emotions

It is now fall were things always change
It is now my dying thoughts of you
It is now my wonders of devotion
It is now my new house of love

It is now the winter were things grow old
It is now only my chilling past with you
It is now my confusing thoughts of you
It is now my house of pain that misses you

I get happy sometimes.
Right now I'm happy.
I like it.
It's refreshing.
The happiness fills me.
Right to the top.
I love it.

I have a night secret
That I cannot seem to hide
When dwellings in my toxic habitat
My face shows a darker side

It is still me I must admit
This monster by whom I am possessed
Its words that contradict how I feel
Is my fault I must confess

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015