I look at you everyday
Wishing I could confess
Just hoping that one day
My vision of love would be professed

You look into my eyes
And I try the truth to hide
Then you smile
You give me that smile that melts my heart
As if you know the truth that lies in my
Mind and eagerly awaits to reveal
Itself to you

As we exchange words
The little things gain value
Then the truth, for its opportunity awaits

And then you torture me
You tease me with your
Touch never a full embrace but just enough to show
You care

And then the truth makes his way
And reveals itself
All doubts released
Only for you to pain inflict

The dreams shattered
Seems that I to you never really mattered

I was deceived
Deceived by your touch, by your smile, by your eyes
Fooled by your kindness and compassion
Enchanted by your words
But even worst cursed with the enslavement that
Yearns for your desire

don't

Don’t lie to me
Don’t give me those foolish excuses
If you want to tell me something; just do it
You convert my emotion into a deadly chemical that just fuses
Don’t give me hope that there is a chance so when I give you an opportunity you just refuse it

I love him but I don’t know if am in love with him. I think about him all the time but the same thing happened with others. What is so different about him? He is a careless I mean a robot shows more emotion than him he doesn’t give a shit about anything but he is the only shit I think I have about him. It isn’t fair you know torturing me while he could careless I hate him. It is like something you know is bad for you but it taste so damn sweet you can’t help it but keep taking it even when you know the consequence might be deadly.

change of heart

Why should I keep trying when u don’t want me there when u don’t even care I’m persistent but only if your feelings remain consistent I can’t be with some who doesn’t acknowledge my existence

this isn't home

This isn’t a home
This is just a place in which
Nothing but strangers live here and
Barely interact
This isn’t a home
This is a place were words of hate
And judgment are spoken
This isn’t a home this is a place
In which no one wants to be
But feel oblige to be in
Because of their “roles”
Mom must take care of the kids,
But she doesn’t love them
Dad must bring home money,
But always unwillingly
Child must be joyful simply because
She is forced to be
Trapped in a screenplay
Constantly acting like something I’m not
Never allowed to step out of this role
This isn’t a home!