i am BLACK and WHITE... but RED is my mood.
I'm sometimes sweet, I'm sometimes rude.
WHITE is childish,
BLACK is insane,
RED takes the bullet when i'm in pain...
WHITE is friendly,
BLACK is pride,
RED is lonely without allies by my side...
WHITE is sweet,
BLACK is bored,
RED is frustration when i'm ignored...
so guess my mood,
what will it be?
is it white, black, or red for me?
I'm losing hope, i've given up,
i'm letting go, so i'll stand up,
coz i won't follow you anymore,
i'm not a stalker, i'm not a whore.
I won't be treated like some foolish plaything,
a simple toy without a mind, without feeling...
coz i'm a person, and i need respect...
don't treat me like the bitches you collect.
i'm stronger than the person you think i am,
i fell for a moment but i don't give a damn,
So i'll stand up and show my face,
I never lived a life to hide with disgrace.
So what if i've been foolish for the past few days?
My mind was clouded by your 'acts' and ways...
To think that you broke my heart in two,
did you rea
Everything's over, and now it's too late...
i can't hope anymore... i cannot wait...
Despite the hope, the wish that i keep,
All that I've done so far is weep...
But someday I will get tired and quit,
and I will move on, bit by bit,
And someday you'll realize that you've lost me,
And you can't have me back coz you set me free.
I did what I have and wanted to do,
to correct my mistakes that I've done to you,
I did what I thought would make you stay,
but instead you refused and stayed away.
I had hoped to be by your side forever,
But i'm hurting myself more than ever,
Like what you did, you simply let go...
your love has died...i
This Is Life...Not A Dream by jamzkie143, literature
Literature
This Is Life...Not A Dream
It's a hushed and darkened whisper
I can't speak out, i cannot scream...
the world seems all unknowing...
is this real? is this a dream?
The tears i've kept inside me wakes
like rain in shadows, they fall like snakes...
down my cheeks, i feel them fall
down the path, they slowly crawl...
like me, a struggling soul to stand
somebody who wants to understand...
why i am born with this bitter fate...
to stand alone, to cry and wait...
It's a hushed and darkened whisper
I can't speak out, i cannot scream...
the world seems all unknowing...
This is life... this isn't a dream...
Near Midnight In September by jamzkie143, literature
Literature
Near Midnight In September
Near midnight in September,
I remembered how you were,
So silent yet sweet,
That night, we meet...
Beneath the stars
and passing by cars,
we talked about things,
love lives and flings...
You smiled with patient eyes,
I can't tell if they were lies,
but you took my arms and made me stand,
with a gentle touch, you took my hand...
With soft sweet promises
and long mild kisses,
So I became yours, a night to remember,
It was near midnight... in September.
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