Hate, Anger, And malice. The tools Of our undoing. The things That will cause our demise. The bombs That will be the destruction And downfall Of all humanity. And what is left Of my sanity. Although, There are days When I feel as though, There is a hope. A hope For our survival And a world Without hate, Anger, And malice. To this feeble hope I cling. For fear If I release it, Or let it be free, That it will leave me Emptily filled With hate, Anger, And malice. But when days come And I do release it, Or it slides through my fingers, Like smoke Through my grasp, I become overwhelmed By hate, Anger, And malice. I say things That I neither mean, Nor control. And these things, They hurt those of whom Are dearest to me And are held near To my heart. And too soon, Disputes have arisen. And are downfall Is upon us. But yet, All of this has happened, Without our knowing of it. For that delightful bit, We have to thank, Hate, Anger, And malice.
In the darkness surrounding I feel you watching. Your eyes pierce my skin, As slowly you lure me in. I can feel your very essence Longing to be closer, closer, Evermore closer. And the more I feel You wanting me The more seducing Your stare grows it seems. Now I, too, long to be falling Into the depths of your calling. I long to show you All that you wish to see. I long to let you hold me And support me eternally. But alas, I must withdraw, For you’ve tempted me too long. And if I do not leave now I fear my vows will be no more. But your eyes, they are so lovely; I can feel my defenses unfolding. Your stare, I guess it seems, Has successfully stolen my heart. Now I give it to you freely, For in resisting you there is no use. I love you too much, And this love can not be subdued.
My soul is aching. My heart is breaking. The tears I cry, I cry while shaking. My mind is spinning; I’m so confused. What did I say? What did I do?
But it’s too late to fix it, Whatever I did. You’re already gone; I want to be dead. All I can think Is, Wow, I messed up. I hope he’ll forgive me, That my love is enough.
I sit in the dark, Crying and alone, When you come back Through the door, And ask why I’m broken. I tell you my side Of this story you wrote. How it’s etched in my heart, Tearing my soul.
You come and sit with me. You say there’s no need to be alone. You tell me you love me, And swear to never let me go. I look up into your eyes, Still hurt and confused. But in them I see reassurance, Something I could use.
I tell you I’m sorry, You say it’s okay. I needn’t be sorry. I wasn’t why you went away. You say that you left Because you’re parents were coming. You say you wanted to greet them When they came for our big day.
The night, my day; The day, my night. Your arms, my protection; Your eyes, my sunrise. You saw past What no one else could. You gave me life again; You showed me I am good. You gave me light In this darkness eternal. You tell me you love me; I believe every word.
Forever with you I wish to be. My love is yours eternally. For reasons known we cannot be. Forcefully forbidden 'Til a time when we can be on our own. Then they'll see. We'll make it through To eternity.
Why do the things we love and cherish Always end up torn away from us? I long for the way things used to be. Why did you have to take him from me? Didn't you ever, when you were younger, Think you'd found someone to cherish? Someone to love? Don't try to tell me I don't know what love is. I've held it in my arms like he held me in his. I loved your brother and I still do. Why did you take him from me? For that, I'll never forgive you.
We are the children all alone. We are the hookers and the hoes. We are the teens who are kicked out And left with nowhere else to go.
We are the people sulking down the street Hiding from all whom we meet. We are the people sleeping in the alleys And running away from big gang rallies. We are the people that you call thieves. Stealing so that we amy eat.
You judge us and you turn your backs. Not even thinking of what we may lack. We are the rejects of the world, But from us you never hear a word.
Dear mother and father, I will return. Whether the wait will be long, I do not know. But if I do not come Before winter's snow, Do not fret. I may come back yet. Perhaps in the spring, When all is new, And our song I sing.