Whoa, he really must have something wrong in his head,
He tries to get at me while I’ve already bled,
Nothing can bother me when I feel dead,
My concern is for you, it’s already been said.
...
I catch myself laughing when I see people try,
To do all their methods to make my touch die,
It’s silly when I see what they all do,
To try and destroy my touch that’s for you,
...
Find yourself cornered,
And find yourself trapped,
Find that all the stress,
Has got you all wrapped,
...
I attempted a romance,
Over a best friend,
I found nothing better,
In the end.
...
Turn your back against my face,
And stab me in the heart,
Leave me there with broken trust,
You’ve already done your part,
...
Open your eyes,
And listen to your heart,
Before it’s too late,
And things can’t restart,
...
Through out my life I have been through several problems, just like everyone else. Most having to do with heart brake or family issues I have found my way to vent through poetry and writing. To most this may seem like a cliche, but to me I find meaning in what I write. Every word and every line has a specific meaning towards someone. Why most seem obvious, some are well hidden. Most find me insane why I find myself inspired, and most find me stupid why I find myself committed. What few realize is a person is only what they think of there self. I have separated myself from what the world's definition of 'normal' is.)
Better Than You
Whoa, he really must have something wrong in his head,
He tries to get at me while I’ve already bled,
Nothing can bother me when I feel dead,
My concern is for you, it’s already been said.
It’s funny, you know, what he has tried,
It does nothing to me, but it’s made his kiss died,
He’s used all his things that should have a meaning,
For a wrong cause he’s made it demeaning,
While he feels clever and thinks he has won,
While I’ll tell you, she’s not a game, and nothings been done,
I see an angel and he see’s property,
He clings to your arm like you’re his trophy,
What he has done has killed your romance,
And yet if I touch you, you fall in a trance,
I wonder if he thinks if he even bothers me,
Well, it doesn’t matter because I write poetry,
He can do what he wants and try as he does,
And go on and think that’s how it was,
Control what you want, and lie as you do,
Soon you will realize I’m better than you.