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Thank youFor being a source for my artYour loveLike an ever flowing riverAnd nowThat we are doneI willTake the pain from my heartAnd IWill write these words foreverThe girlWho loved strong like a drumRay S
Something about thisJust feels rightSomething about youJust completes meSomething about thisYour perfect smileSomething about youI’m falling for
Sometimes you’re a lot. You’re a lot of loveYou’re a lot of caringYou’re a lot of kindness You’re a lot of what I thinkI’ve been looking forFor a reallyLong time
-Falling in love again
The little thingsYou rememberShow me what it’s likeFor someone to careWhen you talk to meMy toes tingleMy heart fluttersButterflies nip my cheeksYou’re startingTo feelLike home
And you’re the kind of personThat makes me want to listen to love songs. Simple guitar strumsLike your fingers on my skinSoft lips sing wordsDelicate tracingsUpon my earsThe words you shareHow I’ll moldYour heartYou tell meThrough thisSong
It looks like I’m thriving Things fall into placeI fall in deeperThis darker placeI make all ends meetConstant runningAt full speedYet somewhere is plantedA far more somber seedAnd every so oftenas my success crownsMy heart reminds meThat most of me drowns. ©Ray S.
-Just because our lips used to sing does not mean I’m obligated to continue to share my life with you.
No. You don’t get to do this anymore. You don’t get to blow party hornsInto my earAnd smile at me like that. Don’t smile at me like that. I’m not yours to toy with anymore. I’m not yours. You don’t get to flirt with me. I won’t love you. Not again. Not like that. The hurt isn’t worthThe comfort you provideBeneath my sheetsIn your darkest nights. You will love himAnd I will love another. We do not belong to each other anymore. You are making meUnhappyUncomfortableUnwelcomeUnloved. You continue to takeThe things thatBring me joyFor yourself. They don’t bring me joy anymore. You are being selfish. ©Ray S.
The Ways You Disappeared
you killed the person that you once wereyou changed the way you live for heryou let your demonsinside your homeyou let them get comfy,they built their own throne. forever, there, you'll let them reside. this is your emotional suicide.©Ray S.