Nostalgic

As the pages turn, my life progresses..
Every minute I have this empty presence.
Every day with out her, my heart grows colder
like i sold my soul, can't stop thinking about her.
She goes through her days, but when they turn to night
she puts her face in the pillows to hide the tears that she cries.
she looks up to the lord with her blurry eyes, asks:
"Please, oh please, God tell me?"
What did i do to deserve such a fate?
I've been loyal to you, never questioned my faith
Now you got me all twisted and food lost its taste
And the beauty of life is slowly slipping away...

brain storming..

I get too caught up in reality and can't break out.
Sometimes, I limit my abilities by confining to the box.
Feeling obligated to give what is expected, rather than sharing what I feel.
I'm stuck in a comfort zone that isn't as comfortable as it seems.
It lacks vision, direction and discipline...
I'm left with ciaos; but that is where I thrive.
I sometimes ether myself for the opportunity to over come.
No man alive can tell me what is attainable; I decide.
My dreams aren't conceptualizations, they are destinations.