"My letter to you Part 1." -Mr.Write
-Part 1.^^
My Letter to you Part 2.
Ahh…
This pain if I could
only describe in short term.
Could I?...could eye?... could I?
I wonder…
Though deep down inside,
my feelings hide;
I guess…in fear of your anger.
Read your letter today,Dear James,
Nicholas is two months now. Out of those two months where have you been? It’s a wonder cause one minute I can contact you then another I can’t. Actually, its no surprise to me at all, see you always find excuses to never show your face around right?...
It’s funny that I keep on believing in you yet it always turns out to be a huge mistake. That turns to make me look like a complete idiot. To actually believe, in such a bastard like you. Don’t ever show your face around Nicholas again…he is not your son.
He is MINE.
Sincerely with hate,
-Cheryl Borja
Wow! What a surprise.
You actually have time…
…to write a simple note to me.
One minute I’m there,
the next I’m gone?
What do you mean? BITCH!
i kept asking to come around,
You return the favor with excuses.
Ranting off at my ear about;
other chain of events that lurk…
…wildly from the past.
You conclude such vast
and eager conversations
with bullshit like this,
“I have school”- but I find out you don’t go.
“I have a bad headache”- but your on myspace
“Tiredness”- but you have the energy to go to the beach.
WOW!
You repel against me
like a werewolf to the moon.
You play with innocence one day,
and ravish my broken emotion s the next.
Rotting my self esteem to
the bloody core with no care;
…from you what so ever.
My thoughts convolute
and begin to worry my heart;
with swollen cries left dry.
The bandage from my recovery…
Seems to loosen with each day
passing through, waving good-bye
-so long for the good times
I tended to your thoughts;
I got static,
tried to fix the aluminum ball
that holds together your memory.
You always said I was hurting you;
Killing you softly…
…with my love for you.
I was always hurting;
rather than fixing.
-a complete moron?
Yes, well NO?
Wait… maybe… I don’t know.
I stepped paces back;
to the place we first met eyes.
when the sun was reflecting;
The beauty of love to my eyes.
-YOU
I picked the rose petals,
the same of its kind;
Like the ones that surrounded us before;
asking you to be one with me.
Do you remember?
-maybe not huh?
Everything was back in place
as if I never left.
The only thing missing was you.
So the piano and guitar;
tuned away a broken home melody,
for the world to hear;
…With broken dreams.
So I picked away gently
at the rose…
Letting its petals fly away
… with the breeze;
Shrugging the gentle trees.
-alone