The death of your drinking comes all so natural
The depression it brings is that of an emotional disorder
Your tears are useless in a glass of wine
but are there for the reasons of taste
Can you taste it?
Can you taste the death that awaits you?
It will flash upon your eyes
like the meaning of a picture
To wait for an explanation
is to say that one is to come
but lying with a bottle in hand
till that day comes
may be your last before the sun sets
The tears are gone before the glass dries up
Your heart has drowned
and your mind goes clear
You see darkness...
You feel nothing...
You taste death...
You smell bitterness...
the last sounds you'll ever hear
is that of your empty glass
falling to the floor
shattering upon you feet
All is gone
You are gone
Upon the sadness, the sun rises...
I ask myself in self-righteous pity
Why you did this to me?
I guess I will never know.
~ Nov 8, 1996
Your swinging laid back style
attracts the girls with no hesitations
They love the chilling sweetness
and the friendly conversations.
The beautiful smile you possess
catches the eye of a stranger
but the build of your body brings
a taste of hardcore danger.
Your talents in football
are so lavable
Your school boy appearance
is just too adorable.
Peacefulness rests upon
your personality true
Put two and two together
you get the perfect you.
As sane as can be
I ponder why you're here
The anger I once witnessed
brings a lonely tear.
If only you shared these emotions
would we be able to share our comfort
Live your hopes and dreams
although, with this, they're short.
You told me once or twice
some things you've done before
with these limits I want to help
if only I could do more.
There's certain things that holds one's trust
but questioning everything that may come
carries a waist of a clicking clock
that sings the truth in a quiet hum.
It's all together that you'll never see
but open your eyes to everything
If only you knew how much we care
with your place in life no longer to dare.
~ Nov 23, 1996
You always know how to make me smile
but somehow I'm always crying.
I try to seem like I'm okay
but the truth is inside I'm dying.
I wish you'd try to understand
but all I need is one more chance.
A chance to prove that I'll be true
true to us... and true to you.
~ Dec 1996
What if suddenly, my curly brown locks
turned a shimmering blond
like the warm rays of the sun?
What if in an instant my golden brown eyes
turned crystal clear
like the ocean of a dream island?
What if magically my pale, dry lips
became red and shiney
like a burning red rose?
What if God was watching
and looked upon me weeping
and gave me a body fit for a Goddess?
What if I was beautiful,
then would you love me?
~ Dec 26, 1996