TimeI suppose it must be time to box away your thingsTime by Artistgirly-18
Time to set aside the memories, the sadness it brings
Time to, with a weary soul, walk away at last
Time to tear you from my future, leave you in the past.
Time to swallow the reality of nothing left to mend,
Time that this great love affair finally come to end.
Time to patch up my heart. Preserve whatever's left...
Within this compassionate so you abandoned so bereft
Time for the dreams to stop,t he sound of your voice to fade
Time for me to accept losing all we've made.
Definitely time to stop wishing for you to come by
Can't keep remembering the way you used to sigh
Time to let go of the cadence of my name,
On your lips, on your smile, again and again.
Yes- time it seems to let you go, and start again anew...
But I fear no amount of time will stop me loving you.
MemoryThose glassy eyes painted blueMemory by Artistgirly-18
Rimmed with tears, what to do...
I watch you as you watch me
Masks to hide our memory
No more time for us to grieve
I just wait to see you leave.
Those whispered words under lights
Strung about high in the nights
We look about with a soft gaze
Anywhere but into the haze
Where we sit close but far away
Never letting love in our way.
Those aching breaths, thoughts aligned
Masterfully, painfully designed
A catalyst of broken things,
Scattered pieces of scattered dreams
I still remain an obedient slave,
Still passive for the love you gave.
Those repetitive salutations, goodbyes
Weakened by that incessant drive
No rest for the weary, no calm for the weak
Nothing left for me, nothing I seek
No ribbon or bow to gift me this pain
Little left to lose, nothing offered to gain.
Those staggering moments of being alone
A habit, obsession, that's only grown
The silence becomes the words you spoke
My defenses, a reminder of those walls you broke
Nothing left here of the
Taking Advantage of My MemoryWhat's the capital of Tennessee?Taking Advantage of My Memory by Artistgirly-18
What year did the slaves go free?
Why did Columbus set out to sea?
Who do you think looks like me?
When did we become a democracy?
Who the hell is Bruce Lee?
Who sings I want you to want me?
Who wrote the book Misery?
All these questions, don't you see?
You're taking advantage of my memory.
To love the lostWords, thoughts, oft cut short,To love the lost by Artistgirly-18
Silence appears your only retort
I dot my i's, my t's are crossed,
Still I hide my voice, to love the lost.
Shallow breath, in the mirror I look,
Reading my own eyes like an open book,
Yet I do ponder what this has cost,
Allowing myself to love the lost.
Whispers and hints I display,
When your smile comes out to play
But all my energy I do exhaust...
In an effort to love the lost.
Each dream trampled, as reality sets,
An empty bed filled with regrets,
And still as often as I am tossed,
I return each day to love the lost.
Moments where your warmth consumes
Hope in my heart, like a flower blooms
And then to die in your cold frost,
I wonder how I continue to love the lost.