You Were Never Around, But I Still Fall


Why are you not here?
I was not born to judge you.
Just born to love you.
Oh, somehow I thought it was a possibility.
You should be here by me

Tonight, I am letting it all go.
I still don’t know you
But you claim you love me.

Wait for it
I am tired of waiting for you
Wait for it
You kept my sisters from me
I’m done

When you gave birth me
I thought love was through your eyes
But I fall
When you gave birth to me
Never thought leaving was on your mind
But I fall again.

Let me continue, I have nothing for you.
You were never around, forgetting me somehow.
That I blame you bears the weight.
Falling for your shit again.

Wait for it
I thought I’ll be over it
Wait for it
You still doing those drugs
So I am done

When you gave birth to me
You lied to everyone and me
But I fall
When you gave birth to me
Your habits, not instilled in me
But I fall.

I declare myself done with you.
You will never change.
I thought you would try to get better
But it is all the same
Someone else has replaced you.

You were never around
Every night with tears in my eyes
I fall
You tried years ago
It hurts me ever so.
But I fall

Somehow I forgive you
Leaving me and my dad too
I fall over and over, over again.
You didn't see me graduate high school
Too bad, you wont see me graduate college either.
At the end, I don't want you there.

Withdrawal

Leave me a messageWhere are you at?
You got me waking up from a dream I had.
About having a dream about you having a dream about me
Safe to say it will be me and you.

Trying to pick the locks to the meaning
You are there and I am here.
Only seeing you once and a while.
When we are not in school.

I'm a slave to your physics
Like you're the master remixes.
Trying to read your mind
It is plainly simple, wishing to stop time.

The piano keys have become my spine
And you play them will until it burn.
I touch your fingers too much
But I'm stubborn so I am back on stage
For my encore of a man's tour

When it rains it pours but when a man in pain it showers
I was born the first minute I kissed you, but I died on the hour everytime I missed you.
Your face will always linger.
Your eyes open like gates to heaven

It's like when my words need crutches
But when you are away
I need you more like etcetera and such and such
No matter the brand of heart clutching.
I am in where I am supposed to be fitted in.

You are the park to my Rosa
Sometimes sitting here smitten.
Once in a while, the cattle just got my tongue.
Bu it is always brought back by your heart as it is written.

The lines on my palms say
I am still young, but what the hell. Who cares.
Without you, I'm done.
So it is time for me to leave you this love message.

Speak Music

Music is my life,
Yet my life can be my muse.
The melody flows from me as blood does a wound.
Lyrics and verses come from the scars I have assumed.
Harmony echoes forth from my heart and my subtle mood.

Hooks lace and fill my own emotion.
Beat mace so that it stings upon insertion.
Lines traced for you to see my descriptions,
the better of who I am, this is verbal non-fiction.

Fanatical passion etched inside each of my words,
reflected upon the minds of others as it is heard.
The reverberation of the sentences perforates through the world,
and that right is the blessing of its imaginative twirl.
It can perpetuate violence or peace, justice or war.
It can lay you to sleep or it can push you to murder.

Music is my life
As my life speak to music.
Out of the heart does the mouth speaks.
So, tell me, what does my heart say now?

Not Just An Artist

It's not my fault that I really can't focus all the time.
I am just easily bored
And find other ways
Through long school days
That may or may not rhyme.

I'm usually ending up
With a trusty black notebook
And a mechanical pen in my hand
And I draw and write things there
Without a care
While others sneak a look.

They tell me that it's great
Which I can appreciate
Until it happens over, over again
And it gets old
Constantly told
I'm good at what I make though

I have other talents, mind
I'm pretty good with rhymes
And I love to write and play the clarinet.
But still they say
Day after day
"That's wonderful this time."

I really like to write
Even deep into the night
But few will take the time to stop and read
So I just draw
They ooh and ah
Over things I don't think right.
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