Beautiful Lies

You did it again,

Trampled all over me, like I'm some door mat.

Smiled sweetly, as you gutted my insides.

You played me like a puppeteer,

like a guitarist, you knew what strings to pull

so I was moving to your tune.

Didn't know what you were doing till you left

and I found you'd taken everything-

Given me nothing.

Never mind that you'd done it before.

I threw caution to the wind

and listened to your beautiful lies-again.

But even for that I could forgive myself.

I just cant forgive myself

for loving you still.

My World

I type the next line and anxiously wait for yours.
Its been three months and seventeen days
since we had to part and I think I love you more than before.
(Is that possible or do I just miss you so?).
Live for the messages you send,
and the times you call.
Sleep with a smile. You always say goodnight.
Wake up happy,you just said good morning.
When did the message tone sound so beautiful?
And idly I wonder, when did you become my world?

Painting memories

We're counting down days

to when we'll have to part.

Sometimes we can't help but think

God played a cruel trick on us.

Why did we have to fall in love

when we'd have to part?

During the day I pretend to be strong

but at night my pillow tells different tales

of the pain laden tears that soak it.

How will I make it without you?

We laugh and talk,
steal moments of time together,
yet the nagging thought of our
separation still lingers like a shadow.

I want to make you promise

that you'll wait for me,

but am so scared.

Would it be fair for me to?

I know you say you will,
but this isn't just any story,
this is our story, yours and mine.
l and I have so many questions.

Will distance fade out the magic?
If you can no longer see me,
will someone else

take your breath away?

If you can't see me anymore,

would you love me the same?

I'm just so scared.
Should we say goodbye now
or dare to hope.

Hopeless romantics

that we are,we do hope.

Clinging on to the

fantasy of forever.

So while we can,

we paint memories

and we pray.

We pray and ask God

to have His way.

P.S: That's where Feather's been. Using her ink to paint memories

Simple truth

The all too busy appearance,
the easy frowns, the late nights,
forgotten birthdays, the long trips away.
Oh the others can complain, alright,
that you never have time for them,
that perhaps you don't really love them.
But I know the truth
If there ever was a father who
loved his children it would be you.
If anyone wanted the best for them,
it would still be you.
The simple truth is that,
daddy, inside, you hurt.
Even when you try to pretend its not there,
or try to get too busy or run far.
You can't run fast or far enough,
cause daddy the pain isn't here,
Daddy the pain is inside you.

People in love

I watch you hold the pain that you won't share.
and try to pretend its not there.
Yet inside, I know you're bleeding
and that pride keeps you from weeping.
So I too pretend that I dont notice your pain
because I know you'd push me away.
The thing is, I'm not as strong as you
and I find myself crying for you.
So you hold me and wonder why I cry,
wonder what trouble passed by.
Love, I cry for me, and I cry also for you
Because people in love, that's what they do.