My Thoughts

hurt

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Mon, 8 Feb 2010 18:59:00 -0500

The sky is red the tears I bled are far to great.
My mind is gone and with it your image torn.
I break my hands and everyday I wish you bad fait.
I don’t care about you and your kid, but look and form
an image of a desert with you and yours inside inmate.

A jail of fire and dirt to rout until the end will find us.
A great regret is forming inside my heart with you apart.
The lonesome road with skill can break you my boss.
You are the one who cause me pain and the same I wish you part.
For far I came and I’m stuck in the same old cross.

Clear - =-(

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Mon, 7 Dec 2009 13:24:00 -0500

Can I get a minute to explain why we fail?
No you can't not one, or 2 or 3 we were clear.
We said we will never talk again we sail.
We said we were done and we both spilled a tear.
Now is the time to move on and a find a jail.
Where we can both be happy a brand new peer.

Damn I'm sad you made me happy but again I played.
 I saw her and had dirty thoughts than I took her home.
 I was drunk and she was there before me so she stayed. 
We made magic but never like we did before, I was dumb.
 But that’s over now is just me, you left when you saw I slayed.  
The proof was on the floor, I never clean now you are stun.

You though I was true to you while you were mine I was.
You though I lied when I told you I had many friends.
I can’t believe I was so stupid to make you disappear from us.
I thought we could be it. I thought we could move trends.
Avoiding the usually fail relationships around us.
Sorry you had to live the same from me hands.

I did love you but after all I am still a man.
Who doesn’t know better than to listen to my best friend!
I did what I did and I can change it, it was mean.
I’m sorry we couldn’t see the life of us come together.
I’m sorry that a little bit of flame blew away our steam.
I wanted to be more for you like your son’s father.
I wanted to be the one you can count on for ever.

we were caught

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 5 Nov 2009 11:30:00 -0500

Sometimes I asks if we will stop.
Is there an end to this magic top.
Where technology is the hidden bean.
Where we don't meet, we email clean.

At IM we can be mean and always green.
By email we can share and redeem.
I'm sorry I lost track of that last words I didn't mean.
I didn't think before talking I redeam.

Ask anyone, they will tell you I loved you.
Ask them they have shared my pain over you.
Ones I had you and you loved me too.
Now I just email because I don't have the strength boo.

I have learned to laugh in pictures.
I have learned to cry on words.
I learned to change my features.
I learned to care for wars.

I have learned that sometimes is never enough.
Walking I found my steps lost under the roagh.
The ones I lost when I missed you and we fought.
The ones I walked with you and we got caught.

right after

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 5 Nov 2009 11:20:00 -0500

I couldn't sleep at times.
All nigh and day sometimes.
I used to toss and turn with lies.
They made me happy for minutes.

I fail to listen to fake the ride off missive.
I fail because now I care for her and I'm submissive.
Because her live and mine are progressive.
Depending in our love to continue aggressive.

Her eyes and nose are like hers.
She catches sometime my stairs.
She argues with me but she cares.
When did u fall? I asked with priers.

Right after you did and told me.
Right after the night of heaven.
Right after the pineapple seven.
Now we are just waiting for the reverend.

Chapter 4 (end starts)

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 5 Nov 2009 11:08:00 -0500

The last thing I wanted is to be is alone.
The night are back and I'm a wreck in this zone.
I call her and I don't get a response on the phone.
I care less for my life and more for my death stone.

My tears are heavy but I can't get them off.
I try to stand up straight and look tough.
I try to squiz every moment of life but I don't have a love.
She left and walk to the ends of the world, her home.

I ran and ran and never got there my queen.
I thought our future would be great and now is just mean.
I'm not garbage im not dirt but you try to clean me.
I'm off your thought and off your heart but your always my dream.

You give me strength more and more each day.
I live the life of a lonely man who can't find may.
The spring days of home and early breakfast over a bay.
looking up to the sky thanking it because we are not they.

The two people who forgot to love are not us.
Because we been more than lovers and and friends, I'm your Truss.
I'm the one who keeps us whole the one who makes us an A plus.
I'm the one who waits for you while you wait for the bus.

You wait for a way to get to me faster.
I just want you here like I'm missing my Master.
I want to form you from melted lava like a caster.
But you are looking for a spot in your raster.

curl

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Wed, 4 Nov 2009 13:10:00 -0500

Roses are red Violets are blue
Who will I be if I wouldn't be with u
If my life is empty every time we are rude
and when we are not together I feel nude

Who will I be if nothing changes in boo
I would probably take the role of Dr. Who.
The smallest creature in a this giant world.
The person in space waiting to breath with your kiss in a curl.

Chapter III - I lost the war

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 07:17:00 -0500

I lost the war I can't find her sword.
It's stuck in my heart with her word.
I love you and never felt this way.
I can't make my heart of clay.

I have feelings and for them I pray.
Where will my feeling go if I misplay.
I had her and now she is one as they.
The ones who don't care but next to she lay.

I'm not the smartest person and I'm afraid.
I can find the reason to leave her but I stay.
I surrender to her beauty and I'm hers in every way.
I stay committed and wish her back for a little bit, for our life.

Chapter 1- let flow

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 10:38:00 -0500

Is it clever to let the river flow.
Is it her who makes my feelings roll.
I'm sitting at school just waiting for her call.
All I do is think of her face and all.
What do I do? How do I scape when I fall?

Damn it, she's not single but that thought escapes me.
I don't care as long as I'm the one who has you and not him.
I could see us together, I said and never see a brighter beam.
This is like a soap opera, like a scene from a movie, like our own film.
This is scarier than the grudge because we might follow it's theme.

Tell me if you are in the same place as I'm.
Tell me if you dream of me when you stand like I'm.
Tell me is it love or is it just us without a plan.
I asked you to be here if you care for me so lets walk come on.
Let's form what was forgotten because you make me who I'm.

I'm a zombie walking in the middle of the night.
I Broken hearten man with a hope in the last fight.
I'm the kid who lived and loved looking to find his kite.
I could be much more if I follow you and your light.
Until I do I'll call your name let's just hope is not too late. Right ?

chaper 2 - Tell

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 12:33:00 -0500

Tell me how do I pick up and walk away?
Tell me is it that love has come my way?
Is it because we meet and never felt this way?
Or is it just the teenager in us looking to stay?
We are looking to love, to feel, to care and not to play.

You make me happy just by standing there.
Just by your looks and smile that's rare.
I had forgotten how love feels like, I didn't care.
Now you are here and I'm here and you are so fair.
I can eat your neck and you chess like a pear.

You are so juicy, so sweet, so into it, keep me in it.
I'll make you feel like the woman you are, with it.
ride with pride and bounce even if you bleed for it.
remember that with my help you business is always making a profit.
I know you like me but most importantly I know you love it.

Take him out of your life in five minutes.
Like the way he's been pleasing you in the pass years.
Send him to the curve to wait for his papers.
Tell him imthe one for you that we are lovers.
Tell him that you love me and I drive you crazy under the covers.

duet

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Wed, 8 Apr 2009 10:19:00 -0500

Do you see the hill? it's so stip?
I can only look up and tight my lip.
Can I make it up and will I slip.
Yes I'll, more than ones in this trip.
But I'll grip tight and hold until my finger rip.

Until you find me under RIP, baby.
My fight it's at no end; it's heavy.
It's like the wheel of time always ready.
Keep me in your mind and memory steady.
I know you will, for old time sake bridy.

I would break the walls for your lips.
I can see myself with you on the cliffs.
I have breams of me between your hips.
I can picture us again on our endless trips.
Can it be us again, now with others in our grips?

I can see you on my bed. I make you bleed.
I pick you up from underneath. I make you flied.
Ease in your lips to release your hips and plead.
Give me a taste of those lips and you squish, but I'm with greed.
I push in; now I’m inside you, don't be discreet.

I don't care who listens; I don't care who grumbles.
I love you right now, in this room full of mirrors and candles.
I move faster and harder. I ride- in you like you got handles.
We move faster with the background of scandals.
We move in a motel, in a hooky room, in my castles.

It doesn't matter as long as I'm with you.
I don't see us changing but we do; now I miss you.
I hear your call and I don't pick up; I release you.
Find your way across the rivers, across the hills. I feel you.
I’ll be ok like always but I plead for you.

I hope I didn't hurt you for life with my actions.
You know sometimes we love the wrong person with mix passions.
You know what you felt wasn't a mistake, but reactions.
Reaction to our current lives at a time of factions.
Living for the moment. Living because we were there with emotions.

What commotion when you left.
Are you and idiot, will you regret?
I see the trick in you coming out, the one who on my bed I meet.
I say hi, is nice to meet you and I’m sorry I’m offset.
Is just that I care so much for us, for our duet.

Clear

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:59:00 -0500

I'm not a cap driver. I'm not a starver.

I'm not the one who calls when it’s over.

The streams die down but I'm fever.

What is the escape when I shiver?

I don't look anymore for a river.

I changed to a cool dreamer.

I don't cry anymore for you my dear.

Is not that I don't miss you my beer.

Is not because I'm single or what you hear.

Is just that my life is a little more clear.

I don't wake up at night with a cold fear.

I am a worrier not a soldier.

I shake, but I am never scared.

I'm unstable and when mad I shiver.

I can't remember feeling loved.

I try not to think of it, so I don't care.

It made me wreck my brain.

I looked and found empty bottles in battles.

They gave me my life back with a cane.

But I can still kick ass and screw models.

The feeling of love is rare but is always the same.

Disguise in a drink, with a flick than we stick.

We move it to the floor and we find the freak.

A dumb trick will do fine if she likes to kick.

She has to move quick, if she wants’ this dick.

She is the one who will never be in this lyric.

I came and cum than go and move on.

I feel sorry for the one who sings this song.

Like me there are always more coming along.

We alone propagate like a virus in Hong Kong.

But it’s you who let’s us in with a smile and your tongue.

First Flirt

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 5 Mar 2009 15:58:00 -0500

What's the flame of the first flirt?
Is it there where I can see it first?
Do I have to dig it from underneath the dirt?
I remembered, I used to be in this an expert.

Now I don't remember that's why I never told you.
I just felt the need to have you and didn't hold you.
I danced and sang to the music but not to you.
I thought I would end up with you but never acted boo.

I saw your gates open more than ones.
But like you I'm afraid to move from the passed.
I'm tainted and dirty like an old piece of brass.
I lay down and think of you and us over the grass.

Live on and move on but let's keep it on the phones.
Let's see if our hearts change feelings from nodes.
Maybe later we will kiss like before and exchange gums.
Now you’re old enough to keep up with the bottles of rums.

Ex Lover

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 5 Mar 2009 15:22:00 -0500

You are too serious, nothing to say?
She was a clear-headed girl, cute, beautiful in winter day.
Split-ins and shame of her looks with lame pay.
But don't worry you still shine like a diamond under clay.

Where do I look if I’m not far from the floor?
Next stop, you will go out through the door.
Your tongue was moving but I didn’t hear a roar.
You were too quiet to make me soar.

You were simple unable to take control.
I could always change you via a simple call.
Come to me and I will make you scrawl.
Come my dear to the endless fall.

Will you ever be inside my head my lover?
Will we ever break that four clover?
Luck to the ones who seek for some cover.
Once again I move to others, to discover.

OUR WILL

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 5 Mar 2009 14:37:00 -0500

The worry takes time is there a fix still?
The less money there is the more drama we feel.
Some still worry about fashion and car steel.
I think about what will I be able to put on my grill.
I think if they go down will I have a meal?
Big industries have us in a box from where we can't drill.
You can have brains but you need money still.

An economy in decadence affects everyone’s single bill.
Just to think about not having gives me a chill.
No money to get my teethe fill.
Not one chance to find my way to the hill.
What ever happen to those dreams of a mil?
Now I see the future and I see myself working in a field.

I’m like the rest of my type, stuck and waiting for a kill.
Is there work still? I feel there will always be a mill.
Hard working people to create for the rest a meal.
We look at them breaking their back an turning ill.
The rest of us just watch until we see them killed.
It makes a really easy to break their will.

I break the morning light

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 15:41:00 -0500

The escape ended and my search reached nowhere.
Where is reality and what it's like?
For a minute I answer nothing.
Let me fly far from here where the end is clear.
Where my nightmares become pleasant dreams with out fear.
I'm not scared. I'll reach the end with out a care.
I'll move along with rest of us and light up a flair.
I'm not like you. I'm not a follower I'm not clever?

I'm the river and move along a path but never the same.
I cause pain when I want and can kill if I may.
I touch you deep, turn around in your insides and reach your brain.
I Make you feel me because I'm here but not trough the day.
Reach me at night when I will do anything to kill my flame.
I will call you a prince and build you a castle to cover you from the rain.
I'll battle the ghosts from your passed with a flower or a stay.

I can share my priceless heart but you can never keep it.
You can try to keep it or sell it but there is no profit.
I have it for show but when you see it reads, "not set".
Call it useless but it works because it never hurts when I reach for it.
I have the glory of the devil and the sorrow of a saint.
The gory is finding evil at every step, so I share it.
The sorrow is borrowed from many days of glory so call it.

I am Rain (Valentine)

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 12:50:00 -0500

One day the plain was white the sky was grey.
The moon was coming and I was working.
Those are my cold days of February, my days of prey.

I walked and now I’m off but it’s too late to start our fun.
It’s a cold nightmare dress in white outside.
I will use my coat to bend in with my ambient and run.

Minutes after I found my friends looking to go out.
I’m stressed and I need to burn some steam.
Let’s work out and than will figure things out.

I was half dead but lets get out and go.
I don’t care about my smell or my sweet.
Who will I meet just my social family on the low.

We drove to the movies to see My Bloody Valentine.
The tickets were sold out and by mistake I bought tomorrow’s.
“Lets try to get in and see it” but I didn’t need to wait she was standing outside.

The taste of her skin imbedded in my lips crawled back.
Remembrances of the time when you were mine came back.
I just needed to stay there for a minute more to ask you come back.

I told my friend that my ex with her brother over there.
He asked where? I turn back and like a kid you were hidden.
That was funny, as the one who doesn’t feel, never hides her flair.

What does it matter now when time has been done for a while?
I asked someone ones, she told me “you can have 10 kids or more.
But your heart belongs to only one and it doesn’t matter how old is the file.”

I wish it could be true but seeing you just causes me pain.
I drank the rest of the night until I saw the beginning of the day.
I prey God to take me again because my heart is cold and I’m rain.

Que diversion

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:49:00 -0500

Me entretuve auque me salio la ilusion
Que vida la que viven con tanta difamasion
Que nadie les diga nada que es solo en ocasion
que se deriva la miseria en actos de "pasion"
Punta del lugar en esquenas reservadas para la emosion

Te mire y me dijiste es tu cuerpo y tu vida sensilla loqueria
porbre jefe tuyo, se queda sin partido a lado de tu brujeria
que le dijiste para cambiarle, seguro alguna groseria
pero que buscas ahi si el es seguro de sus gustos. Que dijera
tu hija si los viera. Que sintiera al verte utilizarlos? se divirtiera?

Yo trato de no jusgarte pero te vi sin revirarme y me lamente por conocerte
Te dije no me ables ya para que si lo que queria de ti no formas parte
Te pense distinta, que paso con tus retiros e ipocresias ahora eres solo una Puta campante.
"No me gusta Halloween es el dia del Demonio" el demonio se queda corto pero es emosionante.
Ver a pobres lagartijas cambiarse a adas madrinas cuando el alcohol se va. Que radiante!

Trate de evitarlo pero tienes razon no tengo el derecho de interponerme.
Solo queria mantenerte como la imagen que tenia en mi mente.
Te queria poner al lado de esa Rosa que te compare en ese dia solamente
Nada mas y nada menos solo sentirte mas responsable mas decente.
Que sera de tu vida no lo se pero definitavamente la mia ya es diferente.

Maldita -3-2004

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 14:17:00 -0500

Como sea la vida es maldita
Ella te trata sin medida y se desquita
Te hiere y te mata con una perrita
Maldita seas tu por tu engaño maldita
Maldita la guente que supo y callo maldita

No tubieron razon de mentir y verme sufrir,
sin alivio, sin cansansio, sin amor, sin rason de vivir.
Aveces quisiera romperte el alma como rompi tu niñes, sin reir.
Acerlo delicadamente y sintiendo placer de verte herir.
Quisiera verte de nuevo en plena agonia, en mi salir.

Quisiera cortarte las venas verte desangrar,
para que calme la mia de mi corazon brotar.
Tengo tu nombre clavado en mi ser solo por amar.
Malditos los centimientos cuado se equibocan al empezar.
Necesitas un puñal en tu piel para que sufras como yo al caminar.

Que cada paso que des un poco mas de ti se quede en el pavimento.
Maldita seas mujer, te digo y me lamento.
Mas por que te odio y te quiero, eso es lo que mas lo siento.
Maldita por ser traisionera, mala esposa, y un pedaso de escremento.
No llegas a completo por que te faltaria aser lo mismo en este momento.

Todavia te quiero y te deseo como la fiesta del primero de Enero.
Te quiero matar y jamas verte reir, con mucha vengansa te espero.
Te requerdas como lo hicimos la ultima ves yo penze en eso primero.
En lastimarte asta que pidas morir te tuviera asi asta Febrero.
Ese dia del amor y la amistastad seria tu entierro.

cold hearted

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:20:00 -0500

I feel off-set my heart is tired and I lost my thread
I am alone now and close to my last breath
At times the sky lights up and I see a sparkle of bright light
My eyes can’t handle it. I’m losing my eye sight
I been in the shade for so long guided by this candle
She could be standing on front of me and I wouldn’t see her cradle

She waits for me in the life of a stranger, mellow.
Hoping to see me in a locked room, a strange fellow.
Wet in lust and ready to share her pillow.
I’ll wait with you until the night turns yellow.
I can see it now; the flames from your heart are bellow.
Let me make you shake and shiver like Jello.

The romance ended when the night started
The lights faded and I became retarded
The bed shakes with your legs expanded
I admire you pain with the chronic departed
I surf through the clouds and haven’t even started
I feel nothing after, that how I know am cold hearted.

4 nights

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 11:07:00 -0500

I found a broken heart and head.
Half of her reminded me of what I had.
What was dear to me in my hand.
The other half is what I hated to have.

The last thing I remember were her lips.
We were kissing in a bar holding each other’s hips.
I remember us laughing to everyone’s ribs.
I remember us leaving a hand full of tips.

Who cares about anyone else but us.
Why should we, when no one else does?
Who hurt us and why should we be less.
When we care not, so just say yes.

We can always be the best of friends.
After we have our fun and you drop your dress.
We can always kill time staring at life’s stress.
Tonight is just for fun and tomorrow for less.

The night continues with you strange lady.
I never have seen this side of you DFSY.
We dances we drank we stared at maybe.
We can still continue if you don’t act shady.

Mother’s day

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Fri, 16 May 2008 10:43:00 -0500

I used to be my moms little angel at 3
than the bitch left and we were stuck free
No matter how much we cried she alone wanted to be
Along with another father for me.
Because I never wanted that for me.
I have to work hard to keep my family tree.
Growing smooth as long as time keeps me.

Mother’s day is the time to feel the love I blur.
Mother’s day is the day to be alone and scare.
Mother’s day is the day to kill the brain and stare.
Is the time of the year to ask myself why is it that she didn't care?
Why is it that time passes and is not fare?
Why would you stand out in my thoughts if you were never there?
Why is it that you had us and when u left never cared?
Why would you stand for all those years away and never send a flare?
Why when I was with you my heart felt complete and bare?
This felling I have I never share and I know is rare.
A Mother I never had, but to all the rest of mothers, from my heart you are mayor.

The Visit

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 14:55:00 -0500

The smell of excrement in that puppy's mouth fills my thoughts.
The stench from his feet inside those hard walls and Romeo’s snots.
The place is stronger now without the screams from your kids.
The presence of a woman, who failed in providing her seeds with basic needs.
Who cares about the hungry when they are walking on their knees.
Who cares about them when the night comes and it finds them staring at their empty dish.

I miss us even though I never had your advice, your words and your cuddles.
I missed the idea of the mother I never knew and her battles.
Maybe you got tired of fighting for us and decided just to leave us in the dirt with our straggles.
I always admired your desire to keeps us your cowardness.
How much were we worth and how could you haggle?
Even an animal can decide between her cubs and her singles.

We waited for you like that night 23 years after until we finally saw the lights.
We knocked the door. You did recognize at first your bleeds.
The shadows from the night covered your wrinkles.
She hugs my sister and turned to me and almost made my eyes fill with tears.
She squished them off and almost made my screams.
I could see me walking away but my questions did held my fleds.

I felt I needed to ask why you didn't take us on your river.
What did we even meant to you and what cause it, tell me, why we quiver?
So how are you? It’s been so long and you couldn't even write me in a piece of toilet
paper a letter?
I really couldn't believe this stranger was asking for rights she didn't deserve ever.
I got mad and surprised at her arguments so I calm my fever.
I know this deserves something that can kill my liver.

So do you want to tell anything to your kids over there?
I asked. I'm glad you guys are here even after it’s been so long you left me here.
She answered. Are you sure? I was hopping for an apology so I stared.
No the past is in the past and the future is what you got to look to. It’s not fair.
She said. But I want a sing that we meant something, anything at all to her.
Maybe that it was a mistake and that we are more than just silver.

This is the cold person I came out off, maybe that why I can’t love her.
Sometimes I look around and think of what could’ve been together.
What you would do to assist my name and would I be better?
Maybe you could’ve found a way to stop my sins forever.
Maybe I’ll keep you in my heart like a happy memory inert.
Maybe I’ll forgive you like I did the rest of woman on my lever.

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:35:00 -0500

Damn drain from my head to my toes of every feeling I can store.
I’m a little sore for being awake and thinking of you more.
More desperate to feel that love I know is very hard to keep in door.
Losing hope as time passes more and more to hold you in my arms, oh lord.

Lucky for some nights which made realized how it will be to have you.
Making love to Hitler it seems when I’m like a capitalistic Jew.
Many experiences in both our souls but never complains but few.
Sex is not love and loving you made me submit to you with true.

You can use me anytime if there is a full moon and It find us boo.
I wish it would have been different but you know I have issues, I do.
I never been able to take my heart and give it to anyone too.
But you are the one who can reach it can you feel me, the ones of the few.

What can we ask for, when we know what the future holds and is not us.
Boss in the world of cyber junk and managing stores but we missed the bus.
I like you and you do too I hope, but we are just making pus.
Maybe we should keep up until we make it happen or until dusk.

Dove Off

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 14:34:00 -0500

I saw the dove of love fly above my stove.
I gave her some mode to survive and she drove off.
She didn't fly she thought of life and to be a real wife.
She survived a hard dive but she still afraid of a short fly.

Dime and coin are forming in her name.
lime is the taste I left when I taught her the same.
I knew it was going to be important one day.
When I'm not here what will you do dame?

My call and my soul are save
I written word and drawn my line
I have fallen and walked on dawn.
I became a lovely, smart clown.

I saw this happening in my dreams.
I see how its going to be but hide my screams.
I know what to do but just stare it seams.
I walk quiet but always filling my steams.

When the day comes I'll make sure to give you grief.
I'll feel the the pain I never did which made you leave.
Take the world and live the the life we never did.
Make sure today to remember that my name is not dim.

Step 3

road2one@yahoo.com (Peter Y. Most contact me to used my text) — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 04:27:00 -0500

I don't get it when you tell them what they tell you they want to hear, they avoid it.
You want fun, you want games, I'm your man but the truth is I'm not even fooling myself fit.
But we fit so tight and you are right on the answer of what I needed to make that happy story lit.
I do need someone like you and I do get where you are coming from i knew it since we meet.
You are right life is to live but to live we should get the most of it.
The rules can bend the nights, can tend the dry feelings in it.

The flash in the camera captures more than just you and me you see.
A bind thought looking for light and maybe someone to care like me.
A smile, a dance floor, a door openers with the one who is true and "free".
Your not ready your afraid and i knew you were looking for an exit to flee.
You should just tell me is not like i never heard no from a queen bee.
But you confuse me i know you like me 2 so just lets take step three.

As time passes by the limit in my life look away