Thursday, August 27, 2009

Now You Know It

I guess it's not what we feel it's how we show it.
All of those years I was and you didn't know it.
What I'd keep inside, you could call it pride...
I was so afraid to let it out and then I'd blow it.

There's a rage that's been burning deep within me
from the very moment I met you.
It's a fire that no other man can ever achieve.
It's so hard to keep hidden, it's always there.
When I think of someone who just might dare
take the chance and finally get you.

Did you really think? Is it such a surprise?
It was always there right behind my eyes.
It's a shameful sadness,
and definitely madness.
It's my weakness and I've keep it stored...
my jealousy, my fears... so insecure.

You needed a man who was forever strong...
determined to get there what ever the fight.
Care about a man who thought he could lose you?
How can I say yes? and yet... still be right?
Just keep it out of sight and never show it.
I'm so jealous. I confess... now you know it.

Now I find out that he's back from the past.
He wasn't the first and he won't be the last.
It's just that you make it such a big deal
about what I wasn't and who'll make it real.
Go do what you do I'll get over your shame.
You're not so sweet and I always get the blame.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Moral Fiber

Knowing the truth and not only having what it takes to tell it, but having what it takes to explain it.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

A Day Late...

Will it be, when I die, no matter how it comes...
just another lonely day without you.
When time becomes just another word
and silence is all that is heard...
will I be able to think about who I was
for all those years and what I did
to cause all your tears.

No more stars at night.
No morning light.
Fade to black?
Fade to white?
I was a bum... before.
Am I cold ?
I'm not old anymore!

Where is your hand, your lips... touch mine?
Do I have to go all by myself... it's best?
I wish I was with you just one more time.
I don't like the idea of being laid to rest.

All those times you were alone.
It's you? Please ring the phone.
One last breath, True Until Death,
For you only, I'll keep it in reserve.

I know... I'm getting what I deserve.

Monday, August 17, 2009

If The Shoe Fits

Don't waste your time thinking about women who hang out in bars drinking.

You'll never reach a point where you can call her your friend,
even when she tells you she loves you, always will, till the end.
Soon there will be days when you wonder why she won't hold you
or tell you she loves you like she promised when she took your hand.
She'll twist things around making it seem like it's always your fault
then she'll insult you by telling you you're the one she can't stand.

Then one day you'll be convinced she doesn't care
after you've been reduced to all that you can bear.
She'll make it seem like it was all up to you...
to give her what she wants, what's owed to her and by you.
All the time you gave... all your love... out the window!
You failed her, she should stay and you be the one to go.

You beg her to take you back, to give it some time
after she headed out the door...
But she's going out... having a few with "friends"again,
and just like she did before.
She brags how you failed her to everyone she knows...
she's right and without guilt, everywhere she goes.

You know in your heart how much she really loves you,
but because she's so thick... she'll try every trick.
It doesn't matter how good they look or what you're thinking...
just steer clear of women who hang out in bars... drinking.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

You're Still Mine

I've thought what love is.
I thought I've loved.
There were times that I wished I hadn't and times I wished I had.
All of those times never amounted to what I know now.
I never felt such a love as the love I have for you.

Though pain we've shared...
you still returned.
Sometimes so bad, yet your desire for me
within you it always burned.

You still have my soul,
forever, you and me.
Of love and above,
I belong to you.

Through all my years, no one can... what you do,
and how you bring it to me.
We shared our first beads of sweat,
loves taste... I will never forget.

How many times we've ridden the waves.
It doesn't matter how the ocean behaves.
There's a shore and all it's sand.
We will love there, hand and hand.