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  1. So much pain with love
    With every punch taken, my heart bruised
    A wall has been built and can’t be broken
    Or so I thought
    You came along and little by little
    Took down that wall
    Brick by brick
    Day by day that wall has vanished
    My heart has softened
    But it will do no good later in time
    When you have gone
    Once you are gone, what will happen to my fragile heart
    Broken by just one touch
    When you are gone
    Day by day
    Brick by brick
    That wall comes back stronger and thicker
    It’s too late to stop it, the process has begun
    You have come and gone
    Like the wind passing by
    Now, slowly that wall returns
    Day by day
    Brick by brick
  2. I will not try to win your heart
    by offering you a materialistic start.
    All I offer is what I own
    and a future into the great unknown.

    I place my heart in your hands
    to which I hope that you will understand,
    the need I have to be with you
    with a promise that I will be forever true.

    With the sun setting in the east
    the pale moon light foressing a night a peace.
    Together we could cherish the morning light
    holding onto each other tight.

    Will all I have I promise you
    all of me and all that is true.
    With all I give and trust in your hands
    I hope and pray we will both stand.

    There is nothing left I hide from you
    offering a promise that I will be forever true.
    All I offer is what I own
    and a future into the great unknown.



    I wrote this for a class assignment and I haven't quite finished it but what I've read I"m not sure if it needs something more or should I just leave. I'd like suggestions and maybe some ideas for a title.
  3. The mind numbing sensations.
    The warmth of it as it slides down my throat.
    Once again I've run to bask in the comfort of my whiskey bottle.
    One gone and working on the next.
    Silently begging for it to drown me in it's sea of golden warmth.
    Without another thought as to what tomorrow will bring.
    Another night alone between the cold sheets we once shared.
    Reminded of every touch and whispered word.
    Two gone continuing to the next.
    Still the pain is there,
    fading only to come back ten times worse.
    Not even the calling comfort of my whiskey
    can numb the pain I feel
    twisting and stabbing at my heart.
    Yet, its warmth still pulling me under,
    whispering soothing words to me.
    Three gone the next one coming.
    The darkness is calling to me,
    its dark fingers stretching out to me,
    welcoming me into a world of nothingness.
  4. A whiskey bottle in one hand,
    my shattered heart in the other.
    I drank the pain away,
    the night you left me crying
    only to wake up remembering.
    And now I have a whiskey bottle in one hand,
    my shattered heart in the other.
    I'm left drinking my pain away
    and crying for something
    that was never meant to be
    between you and me.
    So now I'm left basking in the comfort of my whiskey bottle.