He wants his cake and eat it too Doesn't want me to love him Says, his past haunts his present Non-committal, however unwilling to share I've fallen through the cracks of my own defense I hand over the cutlery and allow him to devour J. Saunders
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Always
Time will go on We will linger in the air You'll meet someone else to soothe your needs I'll meet someone who'll come to love me It's been eventful to meet you Then love you, never keeping you Knowing as time passes and we drift through life I'll always love you J. Saunders
Time
If only we could freeze time Rewind the hands to the night I fell in love with you But for now I've paused time in my mind Rather than face the saddened emotions running through my soul, impacting my bones I took a one-way ticket to love, and it's time I moved on I'll pick … Continue reading Time
Misunderstood
One day the chaos in my head will calm down and I'll be able to control the things I do not understand today. The emotions in my soul will find a home and I'll be able to rest better tomorrow than I did today. For there are things in life I cannot control. I believe … Continue reading Misunderstood
Human Behaviour
Truth is, bad things happen to good people all the time. It doesn't matter how kind, big hearted or selfless they may be. Every day you wake up and you make the decision on what kind of human you'd like to be. Just remember, life isn't fair and many humans are selfish but you can't … Continue reading Human Behaviour
Relapse
It's more than a physical and emotional reaction. Mentally I am infused. Relapsing doesn't describe the way I fell into the palm of your hand again. A record playing, doesn't do justice in comparison to the circles I spun while you enjoyed my entertainment. J. Saunders
Beloved
Fuming with acid felt tears Enraged by the way I've been mistreated You want a fight? You want a battle? I'll bring you the war from within my heart and show you the damages of what loving you has been like J. Saunders
Wrong One
Do you what it's like to love someone and not be loved back? I do, because I picked you and he does, because he picked me. I loved you first. J. Saunders