The door slams and i know hes gone
Sounds of glass crashing burns me ears
The sound of your tears breaks my heart
I hear your footsteps running up the stairs
I wonder how everything became what it is now
Was it my fault, did i do something wrong
Was i always arguing and never listening
Was i the reason all the fights begin
Did i cross the line and come in between
The knob on my door turns and i shiver inside
I see your shadow from beneath the bed
I drain out your scream but your still near
I dare not move but fear more not doing so
I see a face and can't recognize who it is
I feel pain and i remember it well
I shut my eyes but still see my life flash by
I slowly open them noticing fresh scars
I try so hard to not cry
My heart aches more then anything else
A little voice tells me to be strong
A little voice tells me I'm not in the wrong
A little voice tells me soon all will be fine
I look in the mirror and hate what i see
I speak and hate what i hear
I think that nothing will ever change
I decide to run then continue living in fear
Run as fast as i can
As far as i can
Anywhere but here
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Home fear Home
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Why cant i Be

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Searching for someone
Searching for a friend
But not an ordinary friend
Searching for a diary
A secret sharing diary
Someone who knows what your thinking
Someone who finishes your every sentence
Someone who picks you up before you fall
Someone who gives you spaces without really leaving
Looking for a pillow
A pillow that cradles me well
Looking for a mirror
A mirror reflecting someone else
Someone who surprises you when you least expect it
Someone who takes you up on every dare
Someone who understands mistakes are sure to happen
Someone who accepts you more then you do yourself
Where does someone start their search
How does someone know who is the perfect canidate
What does someone need to do to play the game right
When does someone know they've fullfiled thier every need
Who really knows the true meaning of being in love
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Butterflies : That good old feeling
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
Stranger
I stand here in front of you
I recognize everything that is you
I recall the first time our eyes mat
It was a mix of warmth and smiles
Life goes on reality comes and things change
I must learn to accept nothing stays the same
Looking thru your eyes my heart begins to ache
Your love for me and life has lost its
Missing is the soul that once kept me whole
Gone are all traces of whom i fell in love with and holed
A complete stranger is what stands in front me now
Someone in need of help someone bitter and cold
As I place my hand on the mirror
I wonder what has happened to me
Wonder Where have i gone
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