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Night after night Toss after turn In early morning hours I finally drift away to a place that is only me. Where I see what I want to see; Forget all the realities But I still see your face Hidden in something or Disguised as someone else Your presence is always felt I wake up too sudden And you are not here The walls of my tiny, closet room close in on me The bottom of my feet tingle from my growing anxiety. Page after page Crying after I thought Every emotion was drained Sometimes I cannot p...

Being so far away from what I used to call home You constantly on my mind; Trying to live a life of my own Old times, laughs, crimes… Lead to my cries I left you for someone I thought was better, You have never Been on my mind more than This moment in time You’re not the one I’m ‘spose to be missing Loosing myself in thoughts of Kissing your lips Negativity of the streets made us grow apart Now I’m without my heart Wish there was a way to explain; What I felt for you What I dealt with for you...

Look at those sparkling green watered eyes what hides behind them What have you denied them? Force yourself to look beyond the tears Does the perception of yourself clear? The days past, then the months, And now the years You have stood at a standstill looking to fulfill an unfulfillable life Stand back a recognize a Hearts suicide. You are an artist the way you paint expressions on your emotionless face Picasso would envy your colors, your brush strokes trimmed in haze Take a look, what do y...

A person that knows what they are looking for wastes more time trying to find the perfect ‘item’. As I get older, the ‘merchandise’ I search for has narrowed due to trial and error. Years back, I could walk into a store and pick out everything I needed with out much hesitation. Not every product turned out the way I had hoped, but there was a couple that kept me temporarily satisfied. I still kept all the half used products in the cabinet thinking that I’ll one day have a use for them. At tim...

my pride keeps me from coming home But I'm stuck with all the memories Yeah, I may be here without you baby But I'm constantly haunted by all of these... ...Things we used to do and say... Crazy wild nights Going out for Play But the Games we played had one ultimate conclusion Though, our pride hid them In our drug induced delusions Maybe we were scared of all the realities, those now, that are so real to me. And real to you too looking out of concrete walls .... I think you always knew... ....