I’m not feeling right this morning. I didn’t have a bad dream or nothing. Had a peaceful sleep last night. Just woke up with feeling not right. But I have too much to do to let this feeling ride. I can’t get this feeling to hide. Arhh, how can I brush this feeling aside? Took a deep breath and said a prayer to God. Lord, please send me a guide. Then I heard these words in the background of a movie.
“To lay down and let love die. Just stay down and let love lie? no, no..not I. I’d stay around and let love fly”
I don’t know how that fits in with what i’m feeling but its soothing. I’m gonna let God deal with this. I’m finna have a good morning!
Good Morning!
her eyes, her beautiful smile.
i wanna grow old and grey with her
b’coz i know that wen we get to heaven
her beautiful smile will open heaven’s gate
her eyes, her beautiful smile.
i wanna wake up every morning next to her
b’coz i know if i ever have a bad dream
her beautiful smile will make my morning a beautiful dream
her eyes, her beautiful smile.
there is no place i’d rather b but next to her
b’coz i know if there ever is darkness
her beautiful smile will be my sunshine
her eyes, her beuatiful smile.
may i be what you see and why you smile?
Vengeance is a bitch aint it? Well, for the victim. It’s sad to say but I’m built for vengeance. It’s bad, it’s very bad. My mind just goes there without me knowing. By the time I realize, damage is already done. I wouldn’t even wish my type of vengeance on my enemies. Even worse, I’m not the fast vengeance type. I do it slowly but surely and I do it with a smile on my face.
What hurts me the most is vengeance against my love ones. It really hurts me more than it hurt them. I always try to keep my love ones away from it. I do send out warnings to them though, some just don’t listen.
I have refrained from fist fighting and other physical sort of pain inflicting actions because it’s not satisfying enough. I’m the worse type of bad guy. I’ve had two fist fights in my life. Both times felt incomplete (i didn’t get my ass whooped in either). Emotional pain though, well that’s something else. You can’t bandage it up to mend broken. You can’t stitch the cuts nor can you put ice on the swellings. Only healer is time.
I don’t avenge on purpose, it gets triggered. So when you sense something wrong with how I treat you, don’t hate me but tell me. It’s probably something you did to me that I’ve already forgotten and not forgiven. I can be nice, I want to be nice, and I am nice.
I really mean to talk to you.
A lot of things I wish you knew.
A lot of things I wish to say to you.
A lot of things I want to ask you.
I’m scared of what I might say to you.
Might tell you how I sneak and think about you.
I still envision times I spent with you.
I’m not tryna sound sweet, nice or corny,
I just feel like it’s something you should know.
If wishes do really come true, I’d wish for you.
I wonder if you wonder if I still care.
I don’t know how else to tell you but through here.
I hope you get to read this and it’s clear
that I actually do care more than I care
So now you know.