Cycle Stories

One look was all it took Before I felt myself fall again. It happens all the time, This endless cycle. I fall, I break, I heal. You come, you smile, Whisper to me your sweet poisonous words. I get sucked in, and the cycle starts again. How you have this hold over me, I'll never understand. This addiction, The need to be near you, The need to hear your voice, To feel your touch. I promised not to go through this again, Not...

the rich are getting richer the poor are getting poorer sorrow is a field of dead gems contrite as you walk away they fall out of sight snatch away the light as you rise to greater heights and you forget from whence you hail the memories become stale your childhood was never a fail; it was just another tale. wealth is not everything, Pride Before The Fall, in fact, it is nothing at all poverty is just another wall and it...

I don't mind being your punching bag as long as you don't expect the same from me, for I can't take expectations as I am filled with the 'sands of time'.You punch me and the sand in me takes the shape of your fist. There are no scars and no reminders from the past.When you are tired let your body rest a while and open your soul to me, for it is then that I will tell you the story of how the sand was part of a mountain onc...

I was in love with you,You stayed distant.I tried to get over you,Then you pushed me away.I packed my bags To leave.No use on loving someoneWho doesn't love me back.You sweet talk meInto coming back.I do, only to returnTo the cycle I wantedTo break badly.I pack my bags again,Something keeps me from leaving.Unappreciated,Unloved,Unfulfilled,Unsatisfied.I should've leftWhen I had the chance.