Posts Tagged ‘love’

Lying..

I know your good at lying
You’ve got the lips for spinning webs
One slip of the tongue can build a tower
A tower can live in together
We can grow old in the little house of lies
The strong castle you built for me
Sit by the fire, fed by fairytales you tell
And tell each other more lies all night
So, lovely liar, would you you tell me one lie?
That I mean more than anything?
It really would be wonderful if you lied
And told me how much you love me

Don’t lie. you’re good at lying
You know what everyone wants to hear
One or two minutes and you got them smiling,
Even if it isn’t the whole truth nothing but
You and I could smile for hours, you know
I can tell the little things that drove us crazy
No doubt you’ll smile at that
Then you can lie and say you love me,
You can lie and tell me how much better
Life got for you once I stepped in
It’d surely make me smile it you lied
And told me how much you loved me

No one knows, but i know your good at lying
You’ve got the sincerity in your voice for telling tales
One word can build a boat 
A boat we can live on together
We can sail the sea of lies on the rowboat
The indestructible rowboat made of are lies
Every single lie you told me
And I wont mind
If you lied
And told me how much you loved me.

“It fits both not just one I think”

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Listen

Posted: January 25, 2011 by Marya in Poems
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Thank you for always being there,
To listen and understand me.
I appreciate all you did for me,
And all you still do.

Thank you for making me feel whole again,
For putting my pieces back together.
I appreciate you putting my life back together,
You saved my life.

You may not understand,
Why I do what I do.
But you never criticized,
You just helped my through.

I knew I could come to you when I was down,
’cause I knew you’d always be there
to pick me back up
and say everything will be ok.

I hate….

Posted: December 29, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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I hate the way you laugh

I hate the way you smell

I hate the way you talk

I hate you all the way

I hate that your not here

I hate that your not there

I hate that you dont care

I hate that its not fair

I hate your aftershave

I hate your face

I hate your sweet embrace

I hate your even taste

I hate the way you left me

I hate the way you used me

I hate the way you loved me

I hate the way you touched me

 

But most of all I hate,

That I dont hate you at all 

Time to let go

Posted: December 24, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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How do you walk away from someone you love
And take the road of friend;
Can you reroute the course you have taken
And start over once again?

I don’t really want to let you go
But inside me I know I must;
The times we’ve loved . . . the times have left
My heart says stay . . . but it’s my mind I must trust.

We have shared so much together
Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;
Yet sometimes we can’t turn back time
We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.

I know one day you will be happy
And your soulmate you will find;
I know we each have one out there
Even if for now . . . only in our minds.

May life be gentle with you
May life’s best come your way;
And on some quiet tomorrow
You will realize things were better this way.

I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I’ve made or the fact that I can’t bring the past back?
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I’ve hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I cant seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend, or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I’m scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won’t seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I’m feeling sad?
The person I’m expected to be? is that what I fear? . . .
I think the thing I fear most . . .is me 

I remember how it used to be
when nothing else matter but you and me
music, country roads, and future dreams. 

I miss you, I wish you could see
although you are here, I miss you and me.

I remember when you said how happy I made you
and you really meant it…now, it’s just a phrase
you say without thinking.

I miss those days when you’d call just to say “hi”
or “I love you”…the days it was so hard
just to say good-bye for a while.

I remember how wonderful it felt the first time
you told me you loved me-and how after all those
months it still made my heart melt.

I miss the old you- and the old me
The old us that could just sit and talk for hours
and never run out of things to say.

I remember when time simply stood still-
when in each other’s hearts is the only place
we wanted to be…forever.

I miss us as I remember how it used to be…
when nothing else matter but you and me.

Saturday Dec 4th 2010

Posted: December 4, 2010 by Marya in Quote of the day
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I am the way I am, I will never change, you’ll love me or hate me, but I will always be me.