ExcusesHe told me he was free,To talk around three.She said Saturday was good,Let's hang out like we should.He texted me 'round three forty-five,Had made other plans, hoped I'd not rive.She canceled our rendezvous,Said "Sorry, it's not you."People make excuses,Use them all as ruces,To dispose of ill thoughtThat bring on distraught.I refuse to stand beguiled,Continue to act mild.Especially by my peers,Whom I've known for years.
WWW.HoursWaste away.Killing timeDay by day.Scroll-Down and up,Down again.Pictures,Words,Videos galore.Background thought of"Should I get up?"No external response.One in the morning."I should sleep."Four,"Maybe later."Time flies...Online.
The Secret To Sincere BlissIt was then I concluded fully that happiness is not necessarily achieved due to money or love, but from things as simple as letting go.
EpiphanyAs I sat by the windowA quarter past 2.I thought about life,And thought about you.I pondered the wondersOf the future ahead,And of the many questionsAbout a time that's dead.You came crawlingInto my mind,And I became scaredOf what you might find.And then it hit me,Clear as day.I couldn't care lessWhat you might say.Suddenly,An emotion struck me.One I'd never experienced:The feeling of utter glee.I had officially attained,What I would describe as,A rather enjoyable state of being,Quite full of pizzazz.It was thenI concluded fully,That happiness is not always achievedBy something deemed woolly,Or even by currency-Meaningless until rid of woe-But from something as simpleAs letting things go.
Never AgainWe did it before,Got lost in each other's eyes.The first seemed real,For quite some time.It was lovely, really,How we took to each other.Like a divine pairingOne might see in a movie.You were perfect to me,But it wasn't meant to be.We tried and tried,Numerous times.Plenty of hard feelings,Though you asked if there not be.You tore me apart,piece by piece.You broke my heart,How do you do it?You were cruel each time,Yet when you'd come back..I'd always seem to gravitateAnd get sucked in again .Back into your little love trick.Your mind games.Your magick.Your sick little fantasy,Where no matter what you do,I always seem to love you.Now I've come to the conclusion ,That you are bad for me.Everyone would say,I just never listened.Well I'm listening now,And I'm leaving for good.I'm done with your sick love,And I'm never coming back.
Mind GamesYou toyed with my emotionsFor several months.Told me what you thoughtI might want to hear.Lied to me, above all else,And about everything, at that!You said you were hot,But you were cold.Told me a thoughtThat never crossed your mind.Brought up the futureOn several occasions.Simple things, really,But they meant the world to me.Kissed me one minute,Ignored me the next.Said you wanted to see me,Then made other plans.Asked if I would marry you,Then left me high and dry.My emotions are wildBecause of your lies.I'm sick of your little games,Quit messing with my mind.
Your MagickI remember the first dayI laid eyes on you.You were a work of art,In a town full of business.Your eyes were so blue,But it didn't bother me much.Your freckles made no sense,But I loved them all the same.I remember the first timewe spoke to one another.A divine conversation,That exposed our similarities.Your smile was irresistible,And your teeth were so cute.Your voice was like music,Sent straight through my soul.I remember the first momentYour lips touched mine.A kiss that ensnared,Left your magick inside.