.......OH HEART.........


Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat?



Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap?


Oh heart, oh heart, why must you hide?


Oh heart, oh heart, what lies inside?


Oh heart, oh heart, why must you cry?


Oh heart, oh heart, why do you despise?


Oh heart, oh heart, why are you weak?


Oh heart, oh heart, why can't you speak?


Oh heart, oh heart, why must you burn?


Oh heart, oh heart, why can't you learn?


Oh heart, oh heart, what went wrong?


Oh, heart, oh heart, can't you be strong?


Oh heart, oh heart, why are you blue?


Oh heart, oh heart, where are you?

       .........I REMEMBER........

                                   


I remember why we separated



And why I have no regrets


I remember it’s always easy to forgive


But not as easy to forget


I remember being in his presence


Yet I still felt all alone


I remember asking why is he here?


I’m doing everything on my own


I remember doing all the work


While he reaped the benefits


I remember being good to him


But he didn’t appreciate it


I remember holding conversation


Hoping to be heard


I remember how he brushed me off


And didn’t listen to one word


I remember all the times


I felt completely misunderstood


I remember thinking why do I try?


It does neither of us any good


I remember discussing a possible future


Our plans, my goals and views

I remember him showing no interest at all

He doesn’t think the way I do

I remember trying to voice my concerns


Making it clear that I was bored


I remember the day I got fed up


Sick and tired of being ignored


I remember thinking to myself


That warning was his last


I remember how he was once a present


Now a product of my past


I remember thinking enough is enough


I shall argue no more


I remember the day I packed my things


And headed for the door


I remember the way he stared at me


With sadness in his eyes


I remember leaving peacefully and thinking


Why is he surprised?


I remember all the fear I felt


After making my decision


I remember when loneliness set in


It wasn’t an easy transition


I remember getting accustomed


To doing things on my own


I remember gaining the peace of mind


That comes with being alone


I remember the sense of pride I felt


When I got my life on track


I remember when I walked away


There was no looking back


I remember the day he called me up


Trying to redeem himself


I remember breaking the news to him


“I’ve moved on with someone else”


I remember all my efforts and energy


That’s why I have no regrets


I remember it was just as easy


To forgive, to move on and to forget

               ...LIFE'S CHOICES CHANGES OUR LIVES...


Why did I decide to change the course of my life?


I was impatient and naive that I let people take advantage of me.


My life has turned up side down and now it is crashing down.


I thought I could find love and hold it, blindly I went for it.


And tried to hold on to someone I thought felt the same.


But only cause myself heartache and pain.


I gave all that I had my mind and body and soul.


For what, only to be told that I was not the one he wanted to hold.


That I was just someone he could control.


Said he was ashamed to be seen with me.


You don’t know what that has done to me.


How stupid am I that I cry and cry.


Cry out why? Why?


Then I am reminded of the choices I had made.


Those choices have changed my life completely.


I have done this to myself.


No one is to blame.


I thought if I ignored the pain.


The pain would go away and things would change.


But I was wrong things have changed.


I do not feel the same.


For what was once love has turned to hate.


And now I must make my escape.

        .....OLD MEMORIES ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL...


Old things are more beautiful



than many things brand new


Because they bring fond memories


of things we used to do.


Old photographs in albums,


love letters tied with lace


Recapture those old feelings


that new ones can't replace.


Baby shoes, a Teddy bear,


a ring that grandma wore,


Are treasures waiting there behind


a door marked "Nevermore".


Old things are more beautiful,


more precious day-by-day.


Because they are the flowers


we planted yesterday.