Broken hearts, love's deceit, pieces fall down to my feet. Broken promises, love's a lie, puddles form from tears I cry. Broken dreams, love's illusion, sorrowed cause of your intrusion. Broken hope, love's a game, doesn't last, ends the same. Broken sleep, love's the cause, digs at me with sharpened claws. Broken spirit, love of sorrow, stolen now is my tomorrow. Broken life, love is lost, Broken now and that's the cost.
During a recent bout with depression, a friend of mine came to the rescue and let me cry on his shoulder. He got me through it all and told me he cares. I really needed to know that someone cared. To him, I say Thank you!
I could write for hours, Use the finest words in Webster's, Fill pages upon pages with verse - Only two words are needed, Two words are everything I want to say:
Thank you.
Two words, two syllables So tiny, In these words I say so many things - You are very special, Holding my hand when the world is too much, Hugging me when I can not bear life:
Thank you.
I have shown you my heart of hearts, The person inside I am afraid to reveal. Your sweet words and sweet face, Bringing me back from the edge, All I can do is...
I've given it my all, I have tried so many times. I do everything I can, But you never end up as mine. What do I do wrong? What gets in the way? Why do your actions completely go against what you say? Why do you tell me you like me when it is clearly not the case, What hurts even more is that you said it straight to my face.
* Wine her, * Dine her, * Call her, * Hug her, * Support her, * Hold her, * Surprise her, * Compliment her, * Smile at her, * Listen to her, * Laugh with her, * Cry with her, * Romance her, * Encourage her, * Believe in her, * Pray with her, * Pray for her, * Cuddle with her, * Shop with her, * Give her jewelry, * Buy her flowers, * Hold her hand, * Write love letters to her, * Go to the end of the Earth and back again for her.
An angel of truth and a dream of fiction, A woman is a bundle of contradiction, She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse, But will tackle a stranger alone in the house. Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose, She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose, She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk, She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk, At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad, She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.
I wish I knew I wish I could see If I mean to you What you mean to me My feelings I keep locked so deep inside In fear if I tell them you'll run far and hide I want to feel you and hold you so close To let you know it's you I need most I want to know how you feel And yet I can't see If I mean to you What you mean to me.
It's difficult enough to see within our own heart. How, then, can we hope to see within another's?
Together we were like Bonnie and Clyde, Willing to ride and die for each other. Nothing mattered when it came to us.
Together we were like Justin and Britney, A match made in heaven. Envied by many for the love that we felt for one another.
Together we were like Frodo and Sam, We never would have made it far without each other. Always looked out for one another, and never let anyone disrespect one of us.
Together we were like Siegfried and Roy, The magic we created would have never been possible if it hadn't been for each other.
Together we were perfect, I still believe, even though you lost sight. And for me to forget, would be like losing a fight.
..PEACE PO.. 
