You never know what you had till it’s gone Like two kisses till dawn You see it took me a bit longer To get back up Cause you showed me a new true definition of love But see now I don’t want to get back in it Because seeing it from the beginning Just hasn’t been so easy I’ve been through tough times And I got back up each and every time But this time I just can’t do it Feeling all this pain Brought me back to it All I want is to one day hold my child The two of us I don’t ever want them to know what heartbreak ...
I've been a devil Devil's on my case, he's in my face, he's in my mind His only aim is to victimize I've been a ghost Ghosting through life, trying not to leave a mark Tryna stay invisible, not even seen from far I've seen the world World of pain, world of shame, world of hurt, world of games World of sunshine through the rain Some more than most Most are blinded, tryna look for answers, they can't find em They can't see beyond their eyelids
I've been a liar A liar to friends and fam alike, I cannot right All the...
Orange, green, red, and blue. Was there a reason she picked four different colors. Would it matter, any four balloons filled with helium would work. The ribbon tied to each one was just plain old white, very functional. Then they were tied together into a nice little bouquet.
They floated there in the corner as we talked, unobtrusive and yet flamboyant at the same time. My eye was drawn to them as we discussed the previous week. How was my mood, had I had any struggles? But the elephant in the room was paper on the coffee table in front of me.
She pulled away the barcode from her wrist. The plastic bracelet took a while to break. It had been hours, it had been days in fact since she had last noticed it, but it had been there, witnessing her pains, ever since she'd joined that weary cast of warded patients waiting to be well.
After she'd got home, and turned her key in the door, and seen the usual mess just as she'd left it, and charged her dead phone, and boiled her stale kettle, she'd spent an unmeasuredly peaceful afternoon soaking the hospital away from her skin, from her hair, from her soul. She had found her bed...
I am not who you say I am I am not a game player Games are for children And I’m a mature, grown ass woman, with better shit to do with her time.
I am not who you say I am I am not a ho Don’t mistake me for the girls you surround yourself with, I have a level of class and sophistication that even their six inch heels couldn’t elevate them to. Just remember baby, “you can’t turn a ho into a housewife” and we both know I’m gonna make a damn good wife.
For several years now our contact has been sporadic at best. To be honest, I find myself wondering why we had contact at all. You have no influence or impact on my life, and neither do I on yours. You have been a greater part of the lives of those stepchildren than you ever were of mine: and when I look at what it would have meant to have you in my life for longer, by comparing either to what my brothers endured or by what I have heard sporadically about those stepchildren, I cannot help but think that I did not miss out.