Sometimes I can't tell

Sometimes I can't tell
sometimes I don't know
how you really feel
when you're all alone
are your words so true
that everything you say and do
belongs to me
or belongs to you

Sometimes I can't tell
sometimes I don't know
where innocence went
where new became norm
where passion is gone
I think too much but am not wrong
have you changed sir?
don't drag me along.

The past, present and premature
show me strongly that you have the ability to care
display your affection
or my detection
of a love gone awry
will break a heart with the inability of repair

I can't feel it from you anymore

Sometimes I can't tell
sometimes I don't know
how you really feel
when you're all alone
are your words so true
that everything you say and do
belongs to me
or belongs to you

Sometimes I can't tell
sometimes I don't know
where innocence went
where new became norm
where passion is gone
I think too much but am not wrong
have you changed sir?
don't drag me along.

i no longer enjoy the company of just any man

I no longer enjoy the company of just any man
if a man
no man indeed
they are not men
but boys to men they have yet to succeed
but i once pleasured myself with boys to be
growing up with them as they came to be
as i grew too
into a lady
respecting thyself and smiling with ease

I no longer enjoy the company of just any man
there's man
a man indeed
man amongst men
someone who has long been with success
one, only one, whom i want to obsess
growing old with him, a dream yet to be
with love for me... too
i am his baby

an he's my man. with none to compare, nor would i want to. id never dare. he's a gem and with that... very rare. I love him with all. He's the only man that i'd give my time to... even my spare.


dedicated to roy grenier:
took me a long time to realize i don't want anyone else but you. I don't even enjoy hanging around other boys unless you are there.. you're my best friend and i love you very much

#reallife means work

On upon research of my life
wow
progress!
real progress
A realization of ones self...
talents..
and driving force, for all things
worth fighting for

minus the 24/7 work shifts

#reallife means work

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Stop making fun of me

the first yawn of the night
... and I'm getting tired

I'm told i have a good work ethic
work like a dog,
like a mexican
worker bee. then how can i still feel so lazy?
People think I'm crazy

Is it true that I am more hard working?
more driven?
more destined to succeed.
because of the type of life i lead

the one that was nourished, refined by my parents
bounded by struggle and cemented by failure
I'm nothing more than the worlds worst prayer
but nothing is more than most people can spare
it's true my breed, our breed is rare
I'll work til I'm dead, that's all that i know

I'm told i have a good work ethic
work like a dog,
like a mexican
worker bee. then how can i still feel so lazy?
God, am I crazy?

How could I?

So willingly i close my eyes
to pretend i don't see who i lye
and only imagine portraits of you
portraits i only wish were true
but none the less i kid myself
closing tightly as he kissed myself
I say no but there's no stopping
hearts a thumping, bumping and dropping
Inevitable is the word
i a lonely girl
in a cold cold world
Never thought i'd do this to you
but i have
and now i must chose

I'm loosing him

We are slipping
we are falling
we are falling apart.

I can feel it letting go
i feel you letting go

and you may not know...
you just don't know yet,
but you're loosing your grip on me.
Loosing those feelings, you see...

I know you're forcing to continue
and i, fighting for control

This is all just bad timing,
this I know you know.
The distance. the trying.
the missed calls and lieing

forget me not
I love you more
but i've seen this, I've seen this... happen before
I can clearly see
that you're ready to run out that door.

I work. A LOT. and that's all I do

after graduating many say I should feel lucky
I should be happy to have found a job
when so many others have just turn into slobs
I have a job
that pays pretty well
a job where all I have to do is sell

I am the manager
of myself.
competing with noone
but everyone, including myself

I make good money
and everybody loves me
I'm paying my bills and i don't go hungry

But I'm living at home with my parents
telling me I am lucky I am not paying rent

to tell you the truth Id rather be poor
Id rather be in school
doing nothing at all
all i do is work
6 out of 7 days of the week
if I'm lucky
enjoying your years sheltered from the world?
you'll miss it once it's gone
TRUST ME!