Dear Heart,

I come to you bearing only one gift, "My Heart"
Something that is so small that can fit in the palm of your hand, but so big that it could fit the whole world inside.
But the reason that i am writing you this letter is to tell you how much you mean to me how much you have an effect on me.
So don't let me down.

I'm Back

I have been gone for quite sometime now. But needless to say, i have a lot of thoughts that are stored in this awesome head of mine. Until then....

Sending Hugs and Hershey Kisses your way...

Random thought

I ask myself alot of questions. The problem is, if I new the answer to the question then I wouldnt have asked myself the question in the first place. Then I ask peopke the same question I ask myself, and they dont have an answer either.. So does my,question not have an answer, or am I just asking the wrong people.

Hate

Somebody play me a hate song. Cause love is overated.
Play me a hate song to get me through this phase.
Something that is raw/real/uncut and unrated.
Something along the lines of:

I liom you dead in the eyes
and I spray them with mase.
I need your eyes to feel like my eyes, burning red and filled with cries.
I want your sense of being to hurt, buried 6ft under of cow shit and dirt.
I want you to feel my pain.
Have your heart slaughtered, and slain.
I want you to cry at night, cause a part of you is missing
cry at night until a part of you is wishing
that someone would play,you a hate song. Cause the love you had was real/raw/uncut and underated.

E-Pill

His motivational words inspire me. Make me think, make me wonder. Question the very Exsistence. His words Enable me to understand. Enlighten my thoughts, attracts me, appeal to me, draws me near him, Entices me. My thoughts are Enraptured when his lips move. Exciting me with every breath taken. I am in bondage, subjugated Enslaved to his E-Pill.

Unfinished 2

I'm at the edge looking over....
Into a deep wide vast body of unclear waters.
My enemies are drawing near
I look back.....
My eyes are filled with fear...
Do i stay and fight, loose myself to the once love dears
or jump to an unknown territory
drown in a ocean filled with unclear tears.

Unfinsihed 1

His hazel eyes are forever changing
His hidden smile comes to surface upon his gaze of me
His sense of humor rocks an unshakable mountain
Like a water fountain, his words pour out at the press of a button
His skin marked with ink to show his pain, passion, and pleasures of life
His seasoned life shows his experience with his salt and pepper hair
and the fading there of it.