Rhymes By: Michael Dykhoff 6/16/01 When you look into my eyes, what do you see? Someone who defines, the meaning of lonely. But you don�t understand me It�s just not meant to be� When you look at these words I write as rhymes, Do you realize there about old times? About bumps in the road, and stop signs. I�m tired of hearing the same old lines� We hate, We love. We push, We shove. Were hot, Were cold. These feelings are old. I give, You take. I live, You fake. My heart won�t be sold. When we talk late at night do you feel my heart? Guess not, because you were tearing it apart. You played with my feelings from the start. It must have been the easiest part� When you listen to me, crying over you, Do you feel remorse for all that you do? I don�t think you did, I always knew, Nothing you said was true� We hate, We love. We push, We shove. Were hot, Were cold. These feelings are old. I give, You take. I live, You fake. My heart won�t be sold. And now that I�m gone� Is your bed still as cold as you are? And now that I�m gone� Did your feelings burn out like a star? And now that I�m gone� Do these rhymes still keep you up at night? After all you lost, was out of sight. And now that I�m gone� Do the dreams you dream ruin each day? They don�t ruin me so� what can I say? � We hate, We love. We push, We shove. Were hot, Were cold. These feelings are old. I give, You take. I live, You fake. My heart won�t be sold. My heart won�t be cold.
