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Loving You To love you is natural as natural as rain is in spring Without the rain... the new blossoms could not live Without you... I could not survive To love you is natural as natural as stars in a midnight sky without the stars... there is no light to guide a path Without you... I could not see happiness in life To love you is natural as natural as delicate snow in winter Without snow... winter has lost part of its beauty Without you... I have lost a part of me To love you is natural as natural as breathing itself without you... I cannot live to see another day Without you... there is no meaning to life To love you is natural but to leave you is best for what good is love when it is not returned? But tell me one thing... How do I go on without you when loving you comes so natural?
Cry, Cry, Cry Cry Cry Cry all the time. Put on a mask of a happy face Wear a costume from a pleasant place. No one sees past this masquerade. day by day Keeping up the charade. Cry Cry Cry all the time
A Flame Within There has been a flame of desire raging within me, burning strong and out of control. The heat from it intense, and I am hot within. I am hot and desirous of him. From a tiny spark to a raging forest fire, my flames of desire grew with each passing day. Just the thought of him is enough to spread it raging uncontrollably throughout my veins. What has happened to the heat, the warmth that once accompanied that desire? It has been flooded by cool running water that flows from his words and seep out through his actions. As I feel the once uncontrollable flame, flicker softly and fight for life, I fear the coolness that moves in. Once he has totally extinguished the flame by his constant rejection, will I feel cold inside? I love the warmth of my desires and I fight to keep alive the flame. But I am only warm inside where I once was burning hot. Hot and desirous of him. Will he stop throwing on the water before it is too late to rekindle the sparks that remain? Will he try to turn it back again into the inferno it once was? Or will he turn his back and walk away? Does he really wish for my flames of desire to go away? With each rejection I grow weaker and my tears help to drench the flame. My desire for him still fighting, wanting to survive, wanting to grow intensely hot again. Hot and wanting him. But each lonely day that passes brings with it a cool breeze. And I wonder if I will feel cold inside once he has extinguished the flame. Does he realize he is doing this? Does he purposely turn up the volume of water to be sprayed? Are what he says and the things he does a perfectly orchestrated plan? I long to feel the heat again raging throughout my veins, intense and out of control. Hot and wanting him. I want to feel the burning desire for him forever, but each day as I grow cooler, I worry I will be cold inside when he finally has extinguished the flame. Will he finally be happy, be fully satisfied, when he finds only damp ashes where he once ignited a flame?
A Truth An enemy is always lurking... A one time lover always searching... But a true friend is always difficult in finding...
Reality Check I ask myself these things As I wonder to myself this night, Just another sleepless night Filled with thoughts of him, As I wipe away the tear That found its way out of my eye, How should I interpret this? Should I interpret His lack of time for a lack of interest? Should I be worried? Or just let it go again? Do I only need to be patient? Or should I take it as a sign That my company doesn�t mean very much to him? Should I interpret His never giving me The one thing I have always asked for The way that it feels to me, Just like a slap in the face? The one thing he has promised Many times to deliver unto me, And although I did all he ever asked, He never gave it back. Should I take it as a sign That he will never want to try to fulfill my wishes? Should I interpret His seeming not to miss me Half as much as I miss him, As a sad but true reality? I question, does he ever think of me? And I wonder at times If he misses me at all As I dry away another lonely tear. Should I take it as a sign Of something I should have realized a long, long time ago? Or should I just let it go? I wonder how to interpret this As I spend another sleepless night. Does the tear that fell Make any difference at all? Do I only need to be patient? Or does the fact that he is not around to make me smile say it all?
Behind The Mask Would someone look past this mask I wear to see the real me peeping out of tiny holes? Could someone listen very close to try to hear my voice that cries out behind my silent stare? When I say nothing at all would you please hear my words? When I push you away could you try to feel my wanting you near? When I smile and seem to be content would you please see how much I need a friend? when I lash out at you could you recognize my fear? When I pretend not to care would you please reach out for my love? When I wear my happy mask could you search deeper to find the real me? Would someone look past this mask I wear to see the real me peeking out of tiny holes? Could someone listen very close to try to hear my voice that cries out behind my silent stare?
