Monday, January 23, 2012

Time To Clean Out My Notepad!

Random Bit I

As the tears fall from my eyes,
I cannot help but surmise
My problems and put the blame
On the shoulders of the same
People whom I love and hate with each passing breath
Why can't humans just accept their deaths?
Trying to hinder our fates, and run away
They haven't realized their own mistakes
I guess that's the price we pay for life,
But why must we make a big deal about strife?
Yes, we'll suffer, but we usually prevail
If we cope by ourselves, it's labeled as a fail
We mess up all the time, we try to make it right
So why are most people afraid of the night?
We fear each other's thoughts; we run from the hate
All the hatred their hearts radiate

Random Bit II

The art of betrayal is tricky to learn
But you seem to have mastered it well
It must not matter to you who you hurt,
Or how many lies have been birthed from the gossip you tell
You act like an angel in the midst of your friends,
But you're a rebel with people you hate
Trust me, girl, you'll be your own end.
Your actions set the date.

Random Bit III

In a world full of hatred and dread
You're only weapon is your own head
Don't lean on other's shoulders when you cry
For all you know, the friendship's a lie
When a man comes to you with love in his heart
Run away from the pain you'll get when he tears you apart
When someone vows to be there for you forever
Remember how quickly it can become a never
Men will fail, friendships will end
But the only person you need to be your friend
Is yourself

Random Bit IV

My heart said left but I went right
And now I know I shoulda listened
Because the heart always knows the writing
On the wall in ink invisible
The poisonous cobra looming overhead
Angry, wanting the vengeful dead

Random Bit V

Because your name is written in the stars
And our love is tattooed on my heart
You told me we'd last forever..

Random Bit VI

Where I go you cannot follow
Because you don't understand
What you hold in your hand
Holding the life I cut from me
Watching the red blood run and bleed

Random Bit VII

Make a scene, make it seem like it can't be your fault
When everybody knows that it's not mine at all

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