I Grew Up . . .
I grew up ghetto.
Not knowing the definition of “let it go”
I grew up with a soul and a beat
Knowing how to stomp my feet
And make a scene
Extension cords and thick brown belts
Out of the blue back hand slaps
Liable to get kicked out
“Don’t you dare raise your voice...
out your kissable mouth came laced lies, false promises of us
warning signs of heartbreak flashed in your wandering eyes but i still gave you my trust
i thought we were meant to be so i didn't understand the cruel facts of things
verbal warnings in one ear and out the other
blindfolded by your...
It's truly a tragedy when love doesn't prevail, win, or prosper.
When apathetic fate drowns it in the murky waters of missed opportunity.
The consequences of its death digging a bottomless pit we call despair.
The bittersweets of what could have been choke, as regret hangs.
Tears of misery...
A rose with thorns bigger and more voluptuous than it’s petals cries tears of self-pity as it thinks of the daisies surrounding.
They have no thorns just petals of shimmering beauty.
Heartbroken and utterly lost- the rose wishes to just join the dust for it feels that's where it belongs...
You said, “don’t ever leave me”.
So, I stayed true.
But as fate would have it be,
I didn’t leave you, you left me.
- H.A.J.W
I wrote my feelings about
You and me
and ended up
With a blank sheet.
- H.A.J.W
To think, that once upon a time, there was no you and me.
How could I have ever lived without this seed of love, these wings of unerring trust?
To think, once upon a time, there was no you and me.
I owned a mansion made of the illusion solo and the glass independence. It’s foundation maybe...