Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Why'd you say it..

Why couldn’t she just love me or leave me
But she wanted to eat her cake too, and
Proceeded to be
Nothing but a hindrance to me
And my life
And I struggle
To understand how you could ever tell me “I love you”..

Monday, January 24, 2011

The Hard Part...

What hurts most
Is that it hurts the most
No Champaign bottles
No special toast
Cant find a shooting star to place my hopes
The dance floor has cleared
And only you and I are left standing here
We knew each other so well as the record spun
Intertwining the night towards endless fun
Endless has ended
With nothing else begin’in
But the shock, from the stop
Of the music playin
Its sayin
Only what needs to be said:
Hearts in it, but where’s are head?
Love hasn’t left, but is the passion dead?
But the final literature has yet to have been read
The journey of a love story
That it is, so lets not worry
We can flip the page and write a new chapter.
Later to look back with light hearted laughter.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Possibility of Impossible

Nothing is impossible. Does anyone else see that this is a oxymoron within itself? If nothing is impossible then is equal to say that, Everything is possible. Correct? Good, agreed. So if everything is possible, in all fairness doesn’t that mean it is POSSIBLE for an impossibility to exist? It Must be! Because EVERYTHING is possible so how can you possibly exclude the possibility of impossible!