love

Fryers 

My girls write.

Leaving words on my soul.

Attached to my heart is the burden of what could be.

It shouldn’t have come easy.

Yes, love.

But, love isn’t always mutual and life isn’t fair.

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Breathe.

Who is really there.
When the lights dim.
I don’t trust easily.
I bet It’s easier to see me cry,  then to see me give up.
I keep silent and just look out.
I see too much crooked smiles.
I turn my face in discontent.
I’m not content with foolishness.
I don’t accept to live with what I didn’t set out to find.
Too much times I put myself last.
A few steps from where I needed to be.
I wasn’t at my best.
But I know.
I can be a better me.
There’s always a chance to be the best.
With my last breathe I’m going to live.

Devotion.

I’m use to dealing with pretty girls.

I met many attractive ladies.

But, I never met the right person. 

I want someone that is attractive inside out.

But, my search always stops cold.

I find myself short of finding the person who I can call my own.

I tried blaming everything possible including myself.

But, I was clear with my motives and didn’t play games.

I was devoted.

yet, devotion wasn’t on my side.