poetswithoutpens

You said you were sorry, Said that this Time would be different. Told me your a better person now.  And like the fool with his house on the sand, I believed you, As you tore me down, brick by brick, As you fell for the other man. I hope one day you hear this, One day down the icy road, Here the words im singing, And crash into the tree, Where we wrote "eternity" Would you let me hold you down, Would you let me look you in the eyes, And tell you that everything you've done Is the reason why I'm dying. I could tell you that I don't care, Could tell you I don't give a shit, I could give you the silent treatment. But...I.

I have realized that we may know everything about a person; a friend, a loved one, even ourselves, and still know nothing at all. Not because he, she, I, or you have changed; but like when we take that " long hard look in the mirror" In an attempt to " see who we are" we see nothing. Because we place too much importance in the things of the outside, looks, clothes, money, the way we act and the things we say. We make those less fortunate feel inferior and continue to feed the relentless ego of our frayed "frat boy" type nation. What the mirror mirror in the wall has kept secret is that there is a beauty sleeping, burried beneath all the stres