(Song) Just Another Ripple

I’m standing on your shore

Waiting for a sign

That this is not a lure

And you are really mine

You keep me waiting, wanting, wondering

My heart is racing, always thundering 

I can’t take this guessing game

Always thinking that I’m the one to blame

I’ve given you my heart and soul

My moon and stars, my self control

And all I get from you

Are promises that block my view

And keep me hanging on to

A dream that’s overdue

I knew I’d met my match

But thought I could detach

Who am I to think you’d change for me

I’m just another ripple In your sea

(Song) Every time you push me away

Even the strongest storm runs out of rain

Why do you push me away
Even when you want me to stay
Well it won’t last much longer
My resolve is getting stronger
And these games you play
Will lead me to stray
Even the strongest storm runs out of rain
Even the brightest day runs out of light
You tell me you love me
And I should believe
But your lassitude and apathy
Bring my heart to bankruptcy
Please ask me to stay
Or I am going away
Even the brightest day runs out of light
Even the strongest wind runs out of air
My patience is running out
You are making me doubt
That love is a good thing
But you only make it sting
I can’t take this anymore
I’m headed for the door
Even the strongest wind runs out of air

(Song) Loving You

Loving you excites me, ignites me, delights me,

And makes me want to fight you…

Im living in your shadow

Waiting for the afterglow

That I fear will never come

You astound me and confound me,

Turn me inside out and ground me.

When you need me all you gotta do is call…

Oh my Lord, you’re my downfall.

I love the way you touch my soul

The way I lose my self-control,

You are the whiskey in my glass

And I fear that I wont pass

This test of self-restraint

You intoxicate, and stimulate me

Aggravate and intimidate me

The decisions I make and the actions I take

Will lead me back to you

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames. Rumi

“To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

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