She Listens...

Every word. Every syllable. Pronunciation and intonation. She listens carefully.

Killing her softly. Steadily. Breaking her heart in two.

Forcing herself to ‘feel good’. Swallowing her pride. Pretending it don’t matter.

Your words. Your actions. Your attention. Its like you’re body’s there with her, but your mind....

She wonders if you ever think of her, the way she thinks of you. She wonders why you do the things you do when it’s obvious you don’t care.

Why won’t people be honest? Why won’t they let their intentions be known? Instead holding hostage a heart that beats on hope, a hope they’ll never fulfill.

So many people hurting because of words not said. So many cowards throwing the rocks then hiding their hands- behinds questions they’ll never answer, words they’ll never say

It doesn’t have to be this way. It doesn’t have to, dear friend.

Another waits in the shadows. Ready to stake his claim. Yet you keep her heart prisoner of your foolish selfish games.

Just A Dream

Is this how its supposed to be?
Is this all there is?
Is everything I hoped for-
lived for-
Is it only just a dream?

I don't know how much time is left.
I don't know how much I've got.
So with each breath that's given me
I'll press on; too stubborn to stop.

Is this how its supposed to be?
Is this all there is?
Is everything I hoped for-
waited for-
Is it only just a dream?

A little farther down the road
A little progress made
Then around the bend
Over the hill
Back farther than I started

Is this how its supposed to be?
Is this all there is?
Is everything I hoped for-
prayed for-
Is it only just a dream?

It Was Written On the Walls

It was written on the wall that day; written for all to see. Subtle innuendos, disrespect, distaste for me. Big red letters, scrawled in blood- from others’ bleeding hearts. It was written on the wall, you see, the truth of who you were. And all could see and all could read, that is, everyone but me.

But now my eyes are opened. I see you for who you are. Yet even though I know the truth, my heart refuses to adhere to my directives. “He means you no good”, I scold. “Lock him out and throw away the key”, I beg, “read the writing on the wall!” But the more I admonish the more it opens...... but I wonder- “Why?”

When....

It was written on the wall that day; written for all to see. That is, everyone- but me.

Told You...

I told you it would turn out that way.
I told you it would end.
I told you that they’d never stay.
I told you about your ‘friends’.
And now that they’ve all left camp. Now that all you had is gone.
Now that all your money’s spent, and they've left you all alone..
It’s me you see in your rear view. It’s me you want to call ‘home’.
But I’ve moved on.
I’ve had a change of heart.
Unavailable to you.
Ohh, I know it hurts, trust me I do.
You’ll be just fine. Just give it time.
I know- I am -because I had to.
But I told you it would turn out that way.
I told you it would end.
I told you that they’d never stay.
You know I told you about your ‘friends’......