A cracked mirror
Glass shattering
Crunch as it’s stepped on
The sound that it makes
Rips my heart to shreds
Cause I’m staring in that mirror
Wondering who’s gone pick
Up the thousand pieces
I'm starting this blog because I feel like I have these messages inside my poems/raps/lyrics.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Karma
I've been waiting for you
To knock at my door
You got the keys
Come on in a little more
Got to pay for my past
But I can't help it
These boys made me like this
Can't you just look past it?
I'm not scared of you
In fact I'm anxious
Got the milk and cookies
Now I just got to be patient
Hope you don't bomb rush me
You got to be gentle you know
Its only my first time
You got to take it slow
When you come
I won't back out
I'll accept my fate
Please, no doubt
Is that you I hear?
The door's open
Now that you're here
The door's closing….
To knock at my door
You got the keys
Come on in a little more
Got to pay for my past
But I can't help it
These boys made me like this
Can't you just look past it?
I'm not scared of you
In fact I'm anxious
Got the milk and cookies
Now I just got to be patient
Hope you don't bomb rush me
You got to be gentle you know
Its only my first time
You got to take it slow
When you come
I won't back out
I'll accept my fate
Please, no doubt
Is that you I hear?
The door's open
Now that you're here
The door's closing….
END
I don’t want my eyes to weep
I don’t want my heart to burst
I don't want my hands to not feel
I don't want our love to be the worst
I don't want to lie to myself
I don't want any butterflies
I don't want to give up
I don't want to deal with all the lies
I don't want to listen to you
I don't want your empty promises
I don't want to be used
I don’t want the baby mama nonsense
I don't want you to leave
I don't want you to stay
I don't want to give up on us
But I don't want to have to pay
Pay for love in tears
Pay for tears with a broken heart
Pay for a broken heart with empty touches
Pay for empty touches when nothing starts
Pay for your lies in yells
Pay for yells with screams
Pay for screams with leaving
Pay for leaving with broken seams
I don't want to pretend
But I do want us to end
I don’t want my heart to burst
I don't want my hands to not feel
I don't want our love to be the worst
I don't want to lie to myself
I don't want any butterflies
I don't want to give up
I don't want to deal with all the lies
I don't want to listen to you
I don't want your empty promises
I don't want to be used
I don’t want the baby mama nonsense
I don't want you to leave
I don't want you to stay
I don't want to give up on us
But I don't want to have to pay
Pay for love in tears
Pay for tears with a broken heart
Pay for a broken heart with empty touches
Pay for empty touches when nothing starts
Pay for your lies in yells
Pay for yells with screams
Pay for screams with leaving
Pay for leaving with broken seams
I don't want to pretend
But I do want us to end
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