The ConsequencesThe lies of men are sharp And the cuts they make are deep They rip apart the tender spirit Until all you can do is weepThe Consequences
The wounds of their work Bleed till they scab Until they’re nothing more than scars And behind the walls you hide your heart Protected by locks and bars
You know one day you will find love If your heart doesn’t deceive you first Because as much as you try to forget The heart remembers the hurt
Be Gentle With My HeartBe gentle with my heart It’s broken, bruised, and bleeds You think you are the answer You think you’re what I needBe Gentle With My Heart
Pretty words won’t heal the damage Soft kisses don’t stop the pain Empty promises will only kill me And your hands will bare the stain
So be gentle with my heart And honest in what you’re intending Because if you are the answer Only you can do the mending
Between Me and YouYou are a dream that has finally come true My search for Prince Charming has ended with you My world was empty and desperately cold When your heart touched mine and finally took holdBetween Me and You
I dreamt of your touch and soft gazing stare And when I awoke I could still feel you there Your presence was strong and somehow I knew That you felt the bond between me and you
Then one chilly night much to my surprise You lifted my chin and then met my eyes And in one deep plunge you lips found mine And I knew my heart had crossed a line
Gone were the nights of lonely so
I TriedDid you like the feel of me pressed to your body So soft and smelling so sweet My laugh in the morning when we'd tickle in bed Or my smile whenever we'd meetI Tried
Maybe it was my eyes and the way that they danced When you looked in to them so blue Or was it my love and the fact that I swore To your heart I'd always be true
Whatever I did it wasn't enough And you've managed to push me aside I wasn't the girl that walked in your dreams Regardless of how hard I tried
least wantedloss is an anti-aphrodisiac, a euthanasia of new emotion, an immediate sterilization ofleast wanted
masturbatory impulses, a white heat that scours rational thought while the heart continues to stubbornly beat within a chest that hurts
from the damned, incessant pummeling of that most unwanted of organs. feeling is a terrorist, stealthily setting off car bombs in the back alleys of the Central Nervous System, poisoning the reservoirs of memory with barrels of carbolic acid, holding productive endeavors hostage, then executing them once ransom is delivered. l
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The evolved ape has spoken.
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J.B. Lewis
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"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." (Proverbs 3:5-6)
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