FORGOTTEN..

I CLOSE MY EYES BUT HAVENT SLEPT FILLED WITH PAIN SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT,I NEVER GOT TO SAY GOODBYE ALL I DO IS WONDER WHY THE GIRL THAT CLAIMED TO LOVE ME SO QUIT BEFORE THAT LOVE COULD GROW.NOW I SIT AND REMINISCE,DREAMING OF HER TENDER KISS.I'LL NEVER GET TO SEE HER FACE, FEEL HER TOUCH OR WARM EMBRACE,SO I'LL DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE AND TRY AND FILL THIS EMPTY SPACE.I CANT DESCRIBE THIS PAIN I FEEL ,I PINCH MYSELF BUT KNOW ITS REAL.SO MANY THOUGHTS FILL MY HEAD ,SO MANY WORDS WE LEFT UNSAID,YOU TURNED AWAY NOT ONE REGRET ,HOW COULD I BE THAT EASY TO FORGET? WAS OUR TIME JUST ALL A LIE? WAS I JUST ANOTHER GUY? I HAVE NO ANSWERS JUST THESE TEARS I CRY.ALL THESE EMOTIONS HAVE ME FEELING SICK ,WONDERING HOW I WAS REPLACED SO QUICK.ALL THE LOVE AND TIME I THOUGHT WE SHARED,YOU NEVER REALLY TRULY CARED.NOW I'M LIKE YESTERDAY AND IN YOUR PAST BUT MY FEELINGS WERE REAL THAT'S WHY THEY LAST.I WISH THIS HURT WOULD GO AWAY ,I WISH I WAS STILL TODAY,I WISH I DIDNT STILL STAY UP AND PRAY THAT I''LL HEAR YOUR VOICE AGAIN SOMEDAY...

WELCOME MAT..

ALL HIS DREAMS CAME CRASHING DOWN,WASHED AWAY IN THIS SIMPLE TOWN.ALL HIS SMILES TURN UPSIDE DOWN,JUMPING PUDDLE'S THE HOBO CLOWN,HIS SUIT IS TORN ,HIS SHOES ARE WORN ,HIS SPIRIT 'S CRUSHED A FROWN IS BORN.HE BURNS THE CORK TO PAINT HIS FACE,HE'S LOST IN A WORLD WHERE HE HAS NO PLACE.A SINGLE TEAR HE BOARDS THE TRAIN,BOX CAR SONGS HIS CRY'S OF PAIN.HE HOPES HIS TRAIN WILL TRAVEL FAST AND LEAVE BEHIND HIS PAINFUL PAST.SO HE'LL JUST CONTINUE TO ROAM AND HOPE SOMEDAY HE FINDS A HOME,A TINY PLACE TO HANG HIS HAT ,A WARM EMBRACE,A WELCOME MAT.HE DOESNT NEED A PICKID FENCE,JUST A LIFE THAT MAKES SOME SENSE.A TINY ROOM IN A WOODEN SHACK,AN OLD DIRT FLOOR AND THAT WELCOME MAT.AS HIS TRAIN STEAMS ACROSS THE TRACK HIS EYES COME UPON AND OLD SMOKE STACK,THE SMOKE IS RISING IN A BRAND NEW TOWN,AROUND A FIRE FOUR HOBO CLOWNS.THEY EAT THEIR DINNER FROM TINY CANS,SING SOME SONGS AND MAKE BIG PLANS,THEY LAUGH OUT LOUD AND CLAP THEIR HANDS.THEIR SHOE'S ARE WORN AND THEIR SUITS ARE TORN,SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER A SMILE IS BORN.AS HE APPROACHES HE SEE'S A WOODEN SHACK,JUST INSIDE AN OLD DIRT FLOOR WITH A TALL COAT RACK BESIDE THE DOOR.WITH A TEAR HE HANGS HIS HAT AND AT HIS FEET .....THAT WELCOME MAT..

A PROMISE..

I'LL MAKE YOU A PROMISE AND ALWAYS STAND RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE,I DONT WANT TO WASTE ONE MORE DAY ON MY FOOLISH PRIDE.I'M NO LONGER AFRAID OF WHAT I FEEL INSIDE,SO JUST FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND LET LOVE BE YOUR GUIDE.I WANT TO BE A PART OF EVERY ONE OF YOUR DREAMS AND PICK YOU UP BACK UP WHEN YOU COME APART AT THE SEAMS.I KNOW THEY SAY TRUE LOVE IS BLIND BUT I JUST CANT SEEM TO GET YOU OFF OF MY MIND.SEE I MADE MY MISTAKES BUT I'M STILL SO IN LOVE AND I WILL ALWAYS BE RIGHT HERE WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE.I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE NEVER LET YOU OUT MY SIGHT,SO I CANT JUST LET YOU WALK AWAY WITHOUT TRYING TO FIGHT.I'LL MAKE YOU THIS PROMISE THAT YOU WILL NEVER HURT AGAIN,YOU WILL BE MORE THEN MY LOVER ,YOU WILL BE MY VERY BEST FRIEND.I'LL TELL YOU YOUR BEAUTIFUL AND YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY,I PROMISE TO FIND THE WORDS EACH AND EVERY DAY.I'LL BE YOUR UMBRELLA WHEN LIFE BRINGS THE RAIN,I'LL BE SHOULDER TO CRY ON WHEN YOUR DEALING WITH PAIN.I NEVER TOLD YOU BUT I WOULD JUST LAY THERE AND WATCH YOU SLEEPING AT NIGHT,I'D STARE AT MY ANGEL I SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOLDING SO TIGHT.EVERYDAY THAT YOUR GONE YOU HAVE HOLD MY HEART AND I WONT BE THE SAME AS LONG AS WE ARE APART.SO I ASK YOU TO SEARCH DEEP INSIDE YOURSELF AND LISTEN TO YOUR SOUL AND PUT BACK THESE TWO PIECES SO THAT WE BECOME WHOLE.SO I MAKE THIS PROMISE TO ALWAYS BE TRUE BECAUSE YOU COMPLETE ME AND MAKE ME BRAND NEW.SO SEARCH DEEP INSIDE OF YOUR HEART AND ASK IT THIS QUESTION..IS THIS REALLY WHAT'S BEST ?SHOULD WE BE APART?SO IF YOUR WILLING TO SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE ,I'LL MAKE THIS PROMISE AND BE RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE.SO JUST FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND LET LOVE BE YOUR GUIDE..