Still rests in my head
That hot, sticky heat
The calm water below
I still see her standing there
With him in her arms
Eyes shaded from the sun
Like a man in black
I return to the pond
Perhaps looking for fish
A cry, a yelp
As her covers pierce the surface
The memory of that day
Still rests in my head
The way she laughed
To keep him from crying
Maybe his eyes hurt
The sun's grin just too strong
Or he wanted her all to himself
Or maybe that’s one of those cute things
Those things that babies do
That lets you know they’re ready to be put down
Even though you bring me pain I know I need you in my life.
Yeah sometimes you can ruin my whole day but I guess it's worth it.
But the thing I hate most is when you come at the worse possible time because you know when I'm in the middle of something important.
That doesn't stop you thought, you always have to make a statement.
Guess I should thank mother nature for that smh.
Wouldn't have it any other way though.
Even though the road has been hard. Even if tears have fallen now there is hope for the sun to appear, to dry them all away and guide me on. Though there is the weight trying to be what others want I keep all my dreams tucked inside my heart. Some how I will find the strength to keep moving on past this pain. Following this secret dream in my heart. Someday it will lead me to where I belong. To a dream that is true and to love that is so pure
A dream that seems to distant for time,
And a connection error guiding her way to failure, she sings some song
From her heart she aching a pain a wanes inside her veins that bears rein of her mind and soul and prohibits self-control,
So whats left but to put priorities on cruise-control,
Instead she take the wheel of immorality,
Unknowingly leading her to hidden brutality,
But this subconscious illegality will guide her to some central psychopathic personality,
Hidden under reared fear that was birthed in the 2000 calendar year now might switch this differential gear to a direction of some severe death,
Underneath false breath she hears spoken words that cause her to fall more into the depth then what was needed,
But these beaded words lined together on a string of purpose gather to make her break into cold sweat,
Her mind so offset she misinterprets the threats and yet she understands the fear,
Like floating through her ear it jogs to emotional interpretation,
The augmentation of her feelings causing aggravation of the senses,
And the deformation of her mind is to come,
Here's the rule of thumb that gently strums the futures glum being,
Self-destruction allows no interruption when the mind is under abduction to seduction,
Wants and needs must avoid the greeds of this human being,
Because to overfeed the seed of needing is to choke the mind into a stroke,
These words of wisdom rain down on her but the gain is nothing,
The bane of this domain is that she is lost in some dream of desire,
And the order of this regime will misfire,
Attacking a mirrored target,
Reversing the blade of the sword hitting her own spinal cord,
Treating her own back like a butchers board,
Reseting, restoring the scales of justice by her own accord.