How ironic I find that silence is loudest thing I've ever heard, Mind going a million moves a minute... Can't even hear myself, the following is a short piece of mine, I hope you enjoy it....
My body battered, bruised and broken
Not by touch, but word of spoken
Heart's been sliced by verbal daggers
Touched by hand oh yes I'd rather
You see words bring much more to the light
Words can kill and can bring to life
This auditory sense of feel
Words have meaning, there more than real
They help me heal and ease the pain
They bring me comfort, they keep me sane
Sticks and stones my break my bones but words are 10 times worse
For what you say makes what you do combat the pain and hurt
D.Morgan...
Friday, April 29, 2011
Waiting on Mrs. Right...
Maybe I should accept that no woman I've met or will meet can fully comprehend what I stand for, what I have to offer, and just what they're getting in THIS MAN... Maybe I should ease up a little bit and maybe not be so great of a guy... Maybe I should become and ass whole, a douche bag, a man whore, a thug... Maybe I should act uneducated, not be so well spoken, not be so cultured, not be so real... Maybe I shouldn't be so ready to give my heart away... Maybe... Or maybe you WOMEN just need to step your game up and come get me...
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