It doesn't make sense

  Right and left I turn and turn, all around I see hands push away. I've changed again and again, just to live life having no friends. But in return changing to adapt, I've become empty and cold.  I slowly cry and die more and more each day, Hollow and unloved I can only run away. Aware of life being unfair I survive with a cold dead heart and a life of melancholy. I was raised to care, and learned to share but beat down to be cold and alone nothing seems to work out in the end. When will anything make sense...?

Dreamer

  I had a dream... it wasn't about you. I had a dream... sad thing is it won't come true, happiness, smiles and kisses would lift my unhappy drift. Nothing is to come, Nothing will change, I'll still be me and you still won't see, what I had in stored for both you and me, But that's okay... Everything is fine, as long as you don't regret what has burned and left for dust... I had a dream... and the fire you started has finally started to burn all of my dreams....

Its All About You

  How do I begin, how can I start... How do I express what I feel in my heart? Should I say I adore your sweet smile or your tender touch... when its everything about you... that I love so much... Its the sound of your voice; when you talk... its the graceful movement in your walk... The way you look at me with your eye's... brighter than the stars that light up the night sky... Its like being in a dream that... Somehow came true... My dream began when I met... You...        

J.M.B. III