Ruled by my headMy HeadI let it rulemy heartI seeThat IWas WrongAnd nowI guessYou'll SayGood byeAnd leave meOn my ownI guessThat IDeserve thisFor ignoringAll of theWarning signsWhich atThe TimeI couldNot seeFor clearlyI was blindIf I hadOnly realisedThat I wasTruely happyI could've beenHappy StillAnd nowIt seemsLike solitudeAnd darknessWill chooseMe to engulfI guessI will returnOnce moreTo the placeI knowSo wellI willOnce moreBe welcomedBack intoMy personalOwn hellAnd hereI guessI'll liveOut theRemainder ofMy DaysAlwaysJustPretendingTo beHappyAnywayJust toStop themAsking whyI don'tEnjoyMy lifeI guessI amA wasteOf spaceMy peersWereRightIt seemsFor I'mThe onlyOneTo blameFor ShatteringMy dreams
I am the foolEvery day,I miss you Kathy,I miss you more and more.I miss your laugh,I miss your smile,I even miss your scowl.It's times like this,I wish I might,just travel back in time.To when youHeld meClose to youAnd whisperedThat you'llBe MineI guessI was a foolOf sortsAs I didn't realiseThat those momentsWould not last foreverIt's times like thisI truly wishI'ld come to realiseHow fleetingWere those momentsWhere happiness residesI feel a foolFor loosing gripOn that which I had hadAnd truly nowI must admitAt the game of love I'm badI never sawThe little thingsI should have recognisedI caused you painAnd sufferingFor which I can't abideAnd so I guessI leave it nowDecisions up to youCan weTry againTo put it rightOr will youTell MeWe are through
I fail at every turnI don't know if you'll read this,but I really hope you do!I love you very dearly,yes you and only you.I never planed to hurt you,or make you sigh out loud,the feelings that I caused youor the wait that you endured.I'm sorry if you find me,annoying or irritating,it not what I intendedor set out to achieve!To make you feel as specialalive and filled with fun,As make me feel so young,just like I was a boy.All I want is to please you,and fill your heart your heart with joy,To steal the pains your past deliveredAnd lover you all the more.I'm sorry that I fail you,No matter what I try,I wish I knew the solution,to the conundrum we have here!If you discover the solution,please kindly let me know,you can send it to my inbox,or post it as a comment down below ...
Box Theorymost people wake up in a box... they leave this box and get in a smaller box to travel to... you guessed it ... to another big box... after spending some time in that box they get into the smaller box again and travel back to the first box... the most depressing thing about all of this is that when they die... thats right ... they spend the rest of their time in ... thats right ... a box... break free from the box!... become a busker, or a street sweeper, or ... or ... whatever you do ... just get out of that box
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