From miles away he reached out and grabbed my hand. The words he spoke gave me hope of running away to a far and distant land.
I dream of the day when I can lay safely in his arms. At that point I'll find a place where I'm safe from all harm.
In his words there is peace. Comfort is in his touch. Finally a nonself-fish man who cares so much.
He fills all my needs and satisfies every desire. All of his words and actions sets my soul on fire.
What I feel in his heart is kind sweet and caring. A different approach from a man who is always a little daring.
A punk he ain't strong, brave and sincere. Duplicate him you can't. You can try but you'll never come near.
He is a real man. One who aims to please and knows just what to do to keep someone happy especially his boo.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
You are not alone
You lay there unable to move real confused in a world of pain. Starring out the window wishing it would rain. But you know that not even the rain can wash away the pain, shame and guilt you feel. You wish you could speed up time so your bruises and your heart can heal.
You question every move you've made in the past wondering how long this pain will last. You wish there was something you could do or maybe if you close your eyes this wouldn't be true.
But time after time the fact remains the same. A piece of you is gone and he is to blame. You try to forget but that's a hard thing to do. Especially when you're constantly reminded of how bad he hurt you.
I can't personally relate to your pain but I have seen this before and the facts are always the same. It's not your fault. You are not to blame. But victory can be yours if you just move forward through that open door. Many have tried and not all have failed. This mission will make you and not break you, although there will be times you wish you could bail.
I hear your pain and see your tears. I'm determined to be a help to you in hopes that one day soon I can help ease your fears. By your side I will stay as you work through this day after day. When you get weak strong I will remain until the day we celebrate the absence of your pain.
This promise I make to you. I will see you through and help you to see... as long as you have people like me... alone you'll never be.
You question every move you've made in the past wondering how long this pain will last. You wish there was something you could do or maybe if you close your eyes this wouldn't be true.
But time after time the fact remains the same. A piece of you is gone and he is to blame. You try to forget but that's a hard thing to do. Especially when you're constantly reminded of how bad he hurt you.
I can't personally relate to your pain but I have seen this before and the facts are always the same. It's not your fault. You are not to blame. But victory can be yours if you just move forward through that open door. Many have tried and not all have failed. This mission will make you and not break you, although there will be times you wish you could bail.
I hear your pain and see your tears. I'm determined to be a help to you in hopes that one day soon I can help ease your fears. By your side I will stay as you work through this day after day. When you get weak strong I will remain until the day we celebrate the absence of your pain.
This promise I make to you. I will see you through and help you to see... as long as you have people like me... alone you'll never be.
Why men lie?
Can somebody, anybody tell me why men lie? Is it because of the hope that they see in our eyes? Or because of the feeling they get when they are between our thighs?
Some would answer it is how the strong ones strives, how the rich get richer and the weak minded ones survive. If u ask me I'd say it is how good girls go bad, happy women get sad and the perfectly sane turn psychotic only to wish they could put it back from where they got it.
Don't they realize that all of these lies are half of the reason strong ones become weak, fall off and then die? Then they want to ask "why are all the good girls gone?"
There are however a few stories of success. The ones in which it is the lieing men who have regrets. She goes from being strong to weak to being the teflon queen. A compliment on the arm of only a true king. Without her his castle is incomplete a rare beauty he was blessed to meet.
When u see them strolling down the street and her on the arm of her king. It is at that point in your head the bell goes ding. She bought what you sold... a bucket of lies. Until that day came when she snapped back to reality.
Instead of being her friend she now saw you as the enemy. You had the best but ended up with less because you were revealed as an unworthy guy. It is to this priceless gem that you now must say goodbye.
The point of this piece is to simply answer the question to which I was wondering why.... Why is it that men lie?
Some would answer it is how the strong ones strives, how the rich get richer and the weak minded ones survive. If u ask me I'd say it is how good girls go bad, happy women get sad and the perfectly sane turn psychotic only to wish they could put it back from where they got it.
Don't they realize that all of these lies are half of the reason strong ones become weak, fall off and then die? Then they want to ask "why are all the good girls gone?"
There are however a few stories of success. The ones in which it is the lieing men who have regrets. She goes from being strong to weak to being the teflon queen. A compliment on the arm of only a true king. Without her his castle is incomplete a rare beauty he was blessed to meet.
When u see them strolling down the street and her on the arm of her king. It is at that point in your head the bell goes ding. She bought what you sold... a bucket of lies. Until that day came when she snapped back to reality.
Instead of being her friend she now saw you as the enemy. You had the best but ended up with less because you were revealed as an unworthy guy. It is to this priceless gem that you now must say goodbye.
The point of this piece is to simply answer the question to which I was wondering why.... Why is it that men lie?
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