Tears

Eyes full of tears thoughts are a process like anything else Eyes full of tears even those who love me can see the change Eyes full of tears sometimes my father who knows me best has to ask again With my eyes full of tears I wonder if love is an emotion, process, or none of the above Eyes full of tears no matter which way the wind blows I can't win for each & every lost Eyes full of tears I fear in an instant what can happen all over, or never again With my eyes full of tears I keep those as memories from the end to the beginning With my eyes full of tears I ask myself once again ..

Sometimes it's like ..

Sometimes I feel like I'm needed

Sometimes more like a want

Most of the time like a waist of time

But at the end of the day this is where I am

Some sort of emotional ride

Sometimes I feel like this is where Im supposed to be

Other times not so much

I guess what's shared is what keeps it together ..

Cause if I know me like I know like I know me there would be no wondering

There would be no tears

There would be no wrong

Forgiveness would be more like an instant ..

But it's not .

Silly games would be played

But mind games would not ..

All life grows and I'm aware it takes time

It's not a process we can rush I know

Yet sometimes still I wonder

To be or not to be ..

Just a thought .

Naturally we think

And I could've sworn .. Well, I thought the thought I was thinking was it

It wasn't

Normally we guess before we know

When first questioned I wasn't sure

Then from the way it felt I knew

Thing is when you react from within

One plus one doesn't always come to two

But if something feels right but not at all should I speak ?

It's always my fault but how is communication skills amazing deep into social media .?

Just a question

Emotions may fade

& some , hopefully fully disappear

But this one won't let me pull away .

It won't let me go .

&& either way I'm just glad to have that in my life

In no way do I wish ill onto my happiness

Sometimes I just wonder

I just wonder what's going on there

&& that's natural

Yet with my role , I should be told or hinted to

Remember I sleep here too

The two shouldn't have to wonder

The two equal one

Experiance

When you begin to think about

"the love of your life"

You only see perfection

It's not until down the road

You see the different sides

Roller coaster fine yes I do admit

But it's worth it right ?

I mean seriously we all want to feel something for some one . We all have to experience so much , and learn shit in one way or another .

Some lessons come easy

Some come with scrapes and bruises

And many will come with pain and tears .

We all have our soft spots and we all have those people who know how to hit them just right , just enough to make you want to explode && crawl in a corner and hope you can just disappear .

How ever you deal with it you learn .

You experience . You grow . You change .

But at the end of the day is it worth it?

-I sure as hell hope so

LifeLessonsLearned

Fav. says life is a bitch ..

i believe its just been misunderstood .

all eyes have different views

&& each pair unique ..

its not rare to mistake or contradict..

in the same breath to understand is to know

if your thoughts never make it to those u feel did you ill

your heart will never be cleared of all the self inflicting scars

because all things are not easy to say doesn't mean they shouldn't be said

theres a way to say and do as you please, think first

choose wisely. everything isn't fair

but understanding is never possible without explanation

in some form or fashion

understanding is vital .. so is expression.

not expression in its self

expression in the correct direction

expression + explanation = understanding

Yea i agree with Fav. life is a bitch

but once you understand .

theres no reason to call names

Sayang

from the outside looking in you might say the same

from that sex to this .

not much changes , but when its you ..

the story just might .

whether its real or not.

but the risk of it even approaching

seems to be unreal

but how do you adapt to this new life

though adaptation you may not need

if its real you’ll know

but, be warned ..

not all things come naturally

this is not a lifestyle

but yet, its your identification

with identification comes patience

and risk taking with yourself

yourself, and whom ever you choose

be careful .. not all things come equally

you need u before you have us

anything is possible, trust its real ..

without you theres no us..

without us, theres no need for trust

lack of trust, leads to lust

what your identification once was..

like our skin tone in the sun, may change

or even begin to glow .

when its real you’ll know..

lust is to easy to let go .

Soft as a flower , Harder than a bullet (LL3)

Soft as a flower , harder than a bullet

Delicate , yet dangerous .

Beautiful , & possibly fatal

especially to any being who

expected never to be.

Soft as a flower , harder than a bullet

Amazing, admirable

Fine , genuine

in your hands i rest my heart

all given to me, its something ;

something i never expected it to be

Delicate , yet dangerous

Marvelous , deadly

some kind of tempest of beauty

excellence , toe to toe with the devil himself

think nothing of it and walk away smiling

Don’t compare the flower to the bullet,

the beauty to the danger. Never expect,

continue to live, be prosperous.

Be the bullet in which the flower came,

don’t compare the flower to the bullet .