Heart broken we can sometimes be,
left alone for us to see how the world evolves around us while we blink
and breath the polluted air that we have caused,
by simply being to busy and never take a time to pause to see the things we
have right in front of us,
simply throwing a fuss over something that has no cause; Given all you have in your heart to become as one, for someone to stroll in your life and ruin what was build for just one night of fun, All the while knowing in your gut, something is wrong.
This has happen before, yet you wish for no more, wanting things to change, yet things are still the same so once again you rearrange your life to the opposite of negative,
still there's confusion regarding to something not relative to the objects in your life things you want, arise, others, fall and in order to get, you must release something in return,
but it seems it's never really worth what was bestowed.
Through all this, great friendships are lost, memories forgotten, lessons are learned, and relationships are forever burned.
The vicious cycle that we tend to repeat, trying so hard to defeat
yet have failed and fallen to our knees rather than be stood up on our feet.
Lies, and betrayal slide from our tongue to the world, hoping we can get some kind of swirl on after seeing all the temptation that has gotten us all turned on.
What ever happened to enjoying the moment seize it and hold it?
ReplyDeleteFor what it is, not for how we would want it to be
Enjoy Life in all its pain, pleasure and glory
To capture and hold a spec of time, where we dared try climb, a Mountain Sublime called Love Divine
That brought smile to our face, made heart skip its pace, allowed us to enjoy Magical embrace, and brought pleasure from that romantic chase
Yet we disgrace the memory by forgetting the day
rather than remembering a cache'
of smiles, or pleasant thought
or even trials overcomed and lessons taught
Why must we grasp only the sorrow, and lose tomorrow, while our thoughts follow
allthewhile our sadness reflects a day already past.
cry, Make it last, gone too fast, merely an image now in the looking glass
Wanting those perfect days, with no fights, always bright,
sea blue skies with clear sunlight
forget we tried, forget the why, forget the love that soared us high
Each one of those days, can be looked upon as a curse, or a gift
that did lift your every day, while you were drifted away to the time you felt you were in Love.
So Treasure that Pleasure, you once had,
and be glad, not sad or mad, at the gift you held in your hand
It might just come again when least you plan