Good morning

Good morning babe. Its all sunlight outside. Beautiful aint it? Just like sunday's should be.

Its like i told you last week..Sunday's are always beautiful since i met you.

Good Night

Gdnyt swt.
tomorrow is another day to be riddled with sadness..to be disappointed a new.
Tomorrow i won't hope to see you. Because i know its a sunday.

Maybe

Maybe someday i will smile again,
Maybe someday i will laugh again,
Maybe someday i will love again,
Maybe some day i will dance again,
Maybe!
Someday!
Maybe someday!

Patience

I should cultivate some patience,
I should learn to wait things out.
I should learn to give you time,
I should learn to be quiet,
I should learn to sit still,
At least once in a while,
Let you speak your piece first,
Before i start to assume your mind.

Of course i am mad,
But that doesn't give me the right, to walk out of your life,
Without letting you prove your side of the story.

I mad as hell,your're right!
And i want you out of my sight,
But i have got to let you,
For the first time,tell your side.

If i will ever be patient,
If i will ever learn to sit still,
This must probably be the time!!

Mother

I am consumed by this feeling,
It causes me pain i can't describe,
I pray that it stays with me no more.

It haunts my every moment,
Its there with me when in the middle of the day,
i find myself staring at her picture on the wall,
Just to remind myself of her face,
When my brain can longer form it own its own.

I find myself wondering if she can see me,
If she can see how i feel.

We never made peace and thats my fault,
Because i never imagined this would ever happen,
At least not this soon!
We had so much left to do...

I wanted you here when i brought him home.
The man that would take care of me,
Now am sad that you won't be here to give him a hard time-
Making him learn our native tribe.

I miss you! And our fights,
I haven't fought with anyone since you left.
I feel like am the only one thats not getting over this.
Letting you rest in peace.
But i pray that i will be some day soon.

I will stop seeing you dead in that bed,
I will lose this feeling in my chest,
I will stop crying myself to sleep,
And tearing up without a valid reason.

You can't die twice i know.
And you won't ever come back for us to try this again.
But i sure wish you would try.

In the box

I was vulnerable when you met me,
You said just the right things,
And smiled at me just the right way,
Touched my hand and put a finger to my cheek,
Kissed my forehead and just the corner of my lips.

As my life got worse,
You knew just what to do.
The walks in the dark after the city went all hush.
And we basked in the city lights and the stars when the moon refused to come out.
And the times you would drop by at lunch.
And we would sit in your car,
Talking and laughing.
While you touched my hand just the right way
And kissed my forehead and just the corner of my lips.

Now all of that is gone
I barely even get a phone call at lunch
Or a ride with you to work in the morning

Am inside what they call the box.
You're no longer sweet with me
You do only the things that have to be
And none of the ones that got me here