What you knowWhat you know about me Is nothing It would not fill a thimble It takes time to know every thing About someone You did not want to take that time You wanted to move onWhat you know
Go to your next thing
I mean what I say I say what I feel You have know clue As to whats real So listen real close Hear what I say What you think you know Means nothing today
I gave it my all 110% You gave me little Not much at all Just a bunch of crap Was any of it true I really don't know The deed is done Time to move on
IgnoredHello I'm here I need you But you don't care You need me all the time But other wise i'm ignored Time for things to change No more I won't be ignored I will be noticed I will be given my time I am tired of being hurt So very tired of it Gues what my lovlies I'm here and you will see What it is I can be Be a part of my life Or don't Either way things will change Be my friend is all I ask Don't lie to me Be honest with me Thats all I want I can take it I honestly can I want you to be my friend &nbIgnored
Mean what you saySitting here Unable to sleep Thinking of you Tears falling from my eyes All alone No one here for me Trying to breathe In between sobs Its hard to do I let down my guard Because of what you said I should have known better I should not have believed The sweet things you said They were not true You said so many things That we woiuld be together That we could work through anything You would be by my side No matter what But i sit here alone Crying in pain Wishing you were here To take it away It hurts soMean what you say
Hurt againLook at me What did you expect That I would be fine With what you said I am human I feel too Your not the only one That feels pain Tell me that it hurts you too Then why did you do it We could have worked this out But instead you ruin it Hurt again I should have known That it would be this way But i was blind Because I was in love Never again Will I let that happen I am tired of being hurt By people who say they care For to long By to many Expecting things to be fine When they are obviously notHurt again
hazardousI amhazardous
Violet as my smudged charcoal hands defile another reckless sketch My art has no meaning today.
Searching for a hint to guide me before I forget why I bothered I’m so forgetful these days.
I feel as if someone’s pulled a plug from the bottom of my head And all my thoughts are rushing rushing rushing away.
My fingers are rough calloused musical But purely ornamental If I were taller, I’d be a hazard to society. If I am not one yet.
My fingers are no longer twirled pads The charcoa
Adventures in baby sitting
Satisfied
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