My friend
When I am hurt
I tell you my pain
When I am lost
You are there to show me the way
When times seem to get rough
You some how seem to show up
We might not get along but we try the best we can
But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times
I hope we remain friends
Even when the road starts to end
Lets stay friends like we were from the start
And I mean every word from the heart
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Choices
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?
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The Poem Of Like
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate
One saw myself get closer to the sun
At that point of time there was not one ounce of hate
All I could think about was love
Then I close my eyes,
And visualize the man above
All the sudden all I could hear were the cries
Were they Angels?
Were they prophets?
As my head was in a mangle
I watered like a faucet
The people spoke
Were they there to assist?
Then I woke
And wanted to give myself a kiss
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate....
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This Promise Is True
you showed me the way
the way that no one else could
when you wishper my name
I new that I should
I wish you would tell me
الخميس أغسطس 25, 2011 10:23 pm
