I HateI hate how you try to make me smile And I do just to see you laughI hate how you hug me in the hallways And I'm crying all the whileI hate how you don't know how much I'm in pain And how I pretend that I'm notI hate how you always leave me in your dust As if you had some type of title to claimI hate how much you fuss over your hair How much you fuss over your clothes tooBut what I hate the most What I really, REALLY hate the most: Is how I can never hate you
Don't Stop Believin' D'you ever get that feelin' in the back o' yer head? The feelin' that makes yer heart to heavy ta hold? Do ya know what that feelin's called? Guilt. Yup, good ol' guilt, peckin' away at the back o' my skull. AGAIN. Can't tell ya how many times I've felt like this. I know it all started when I accidentally pushed Jak into a Wumpbee's nest on his nineth birthday. Some present, huh? Hehehehehe...ahem... Anyway, the one, main thing that's been eatin' at me fer 'bout four years now 's when I left 'im. I LEFT him. I just stuck my tail in between my legs and bolted. And what happened to Jak? They got 'im. They snagged 'im and plopped him in ta Haven City's prison. AND I LEFT HIM.
I Am From...I am from Thunder Cats and ninja turtles,And Batman movies on weekends.I am from wrestling matches with my big brotherin the living room.Lungs gasping for airAfter being body-slammed too many times.I am from apple trees in full bloomMaking a bouquet of flowersAnd imagining being married some day.I'm from home-made mealsAnd family dinners,Gathering to watch 'cops' on the T.V.I'm from "Yellow!" instead of "Hello!",And 'it's just a movie, it can't hurt me'.From 'the only thing hiding in the dark is your shadow'.I'm from "Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned",Yet no one says a wordAnd are allowed to believeWhatever their hearts desire.I'm from "Sugar Ray" and "Journey",Chicken sandwiches and steamed brocoli.From the marriage lost to the silence,The immature become mature, only to realise it was too late.Scattered on the floor are notebooksFilled with poems,Stories filled with wordsThat paint pictures in front of my eyes.I am from the appleThat fell too far from t
Nature is BeautyYou're my sunset in the sky.You're my angel in the snow.You're my sunrise in the morning.You're my singing sparrow.Don't let their forest firesBurn you to the ground.It's because you're beautifulInside and out that our love was found.
In the Palm of Your HandI give you my heart and soulTo hold in the palm of your hand.Love it, hug it, keep it warm.But it's been brokenMany a time.Pieces are missing andParts are dieing.I leave it to youTo heal it as muchAs humanly possible.I Love You xoxo
A Love That Will Never DieThis rose may not be real,It may not have a sent thatEveryone loves,It may not be from someFancy-Dancy flower shop,But the meaning is still the same.This rose represents our love--A love that will never die.
Only the BeginningYou and me forever, baby.They said we wouldn't last,But they will see.Our love is uniqueAnd untainted with lust.It's filled with promises,Happiness, and trust.And that's all we need,That's all I want.The others can laugh,Point, and taunt--While their livesTurn to dust'Cause they're taintedWith lust.We just go on with thisLittle game we're winning,'Cause this--THISIs only the beginning.