BeforeYou don't talk to meanymore.Why?I thought that you said,No matter what happens,we'll always be friends.You're going to let thisstand in the way of our friendship?What the hell?It looks like I misjudged you.But I can't saythat you don't have an excusefor your actions.You said that you loved me.I said that I could not return your feelings.Wouldn't it have beenmore hurtful if I liedand told you I loved you back?Yetmaybethere was some wayto soften the blow.And I was too much of an idiotto know how.Do you blame me?I'm sorry, I really am.But you were the first personwho ever told me that.I just didn't know how to react.I'm so sorry.You must be hurtingso much right now.And me, near youthat would probably bring you more pain.So I'll just stay awayand hope that one day,we can smile at each otherlike we did before.Before
My InspirationYou once asked me what inspired me, sweet love;And I shall tell what you want to hear...It is a girl who isn't clever, but clever in what she knowsand a lost boy who knows exactly where he is going to go.It is the scent of cologne and smoke and lovemakingand a man who wears his heart on his sleeveIt is a woman who has always believed in her loverand he will let her down no moreIt is a sick man who is whole againand the wife who stayed by his sideIt is a writer who has found a brand new museand the paint of the artist who draws her loverIt is the words of a poet whose trust is renewedand the warmth in the words of the person who finds love anewIt is the broken hearted girl who is loved and doesn't knowand the tears that are caught in the hands of the unknown lover belowIt is the boy with the tuneless guitar who plays it anywayand the door opening just as you're walking away.It is the chords of a song which is yet to be sung...and of course, the sound of a rainstorm wh
Sorry.So yes I am sorryBut know that I care,I know that you worryI know you despair- I wish that you wouldn'tBut I guess you can't stop,I know that you didn'tFeel like you could help. I know that feelingAnd I know that it kills,To be truly helplessWhen your lover hurts. I know that I shouldn'tBut yes I still cut,And I wish that you wouldn'tBut how can you not? So yes I am sorry.And I promise I'll stopBecause I know that you worry,For the one that you love.
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Two SidesI'm liked at school.But I'm hated at home.I am kind, caring and active.But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.I stay quiet most of the time.But I am loud, screaming for attention.I stay on everybody's good side.But I stay on their bad side.I try to stay good.But I stay bad.I smile at everyone.But I cry alone.Everyone listens to me.But no one listens to me.I am happy most of the time.But I am depressed most of the time.I listen to everyone.But I listen to no one.I try not to make mistakesBut I make mistakes all the time.I tell the truth most of the time.But I tell lies most of the time.Everyone believes me.But no one believes me.I am surrounded by people.But I am alone.