I thought I finally found
Someone to call the love of my life.
Someone who’ll be by my side
But I was wrong
I though you loved me
The way that I do
But I was such a fool
To believe that you were the “one” for me
I still can’t believe
That you did this to me
You broke my heart in two
I falling apart
Yet again.
You left me
All alone
To pick up the pieces
That is left of my broken heart.
I am hiding all of the pain inside
You just left me aside
Not know what to do.
I am still heartbroken, torn in two.
Lastnight while sitting
under the moonlight,
I began to reflect
on happier days.
There was such a great
sense of loneliness.
A huge void that would
just not go away.
As i sat there staring
at the stars above.
I felt the tears begin
to flood my eyes.
For i gave to you
all of my love,
Only to learn that
your love was a lie.
Somehow i will try
to make a new start.
For i shall hold my
head up with grace.
I will force a big
smile upon my face.
As i hide the pain
of my brokenheart.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
On a cloudy Thursday afternoon
With flurries falling
Let me find my source of warmth
In your voice.
Chocolate, Baritone...
Like a cello with undertones of Louisiana sunshine.
Sometime this Tuesday evening,
Brush the skin at base of neck
With colorful accolades.
Paint my character a bit more glorious
Than it is seen by other men.
Sunday morning,
Whether or not the rain is falling...
Just give me a little honey
With my milk.
Because sometimes even the confident girls
Need affirmations.
Not looking for sustenance
Don't need the meat of political conversations
Or religious theory evaluation.
Just need your lips on my thighs...
Breath on me, and tell me that I'm needed.
Sweet nothings may not fill
But they sure do go down easy.
If you please,
Just hold me, and whisper.
