What are the chances of this being something?

Is it just a fling?  Or just another night out from gone clubbing out LIVing

Laying out tweeting on the one there loving, but I’m not falling

And I’m only asking because I hate guessing… and now she’s leaving

Fading out doing the chasing… sound familiar? In the wrong

As you’re doing… But where is it that you’re going?

Ignoring the phone calling... until the next morning

That I’m knowing, sitting tired of the drunk dialing..

But I’m only learning… or is I’m only caring?

 A feeling

“ What is perfect timing”

“To the one that’s perfect at the time”?

Late nights… early mornings… the wound deepens

 Coming in to bear my own burdens...

With not caring on the chance to chance what’s broken

As she’s falls for the one that’s soft spoken

                       Within exploring my own options, on one                 

   Drunken as the common one’s

Love, like alcohol where your judgment is first to go

With all the drinking all the thinking

All the pleasure

Doesn’t mean anything if not nothing

Because in the end I don’t love her…

Resting her chin on my shoulder

As she looks over leaning barley sober

As the stories last longer

But what she tells me I can’t listen

Where is?  The past in her is is the one I’m missing

Now as time just got older... We’ve come to grow out of it

  And when she’s here

It’s you that I want to be with…

Yea I did, Yes we did, and it should have never happened

Makings the same mistake more than twice

Where is it in me asking myself for my own advice?

Looking so surprise as love found

Its way to dress in disguise

Comes pain hidden beneath the eyes

Searching for the good, found in the goodbyes

6.30AM Alarm goes off

7.30AM Work

12.00PM Lunch

1.00PM Lunch is over

4.30PM off work

5.00PM 2^nd Job (work)

8.00PM Off

8.01 Workout

9.00Pm Workout ends

9.30PM Home

9.35Pm Shower

9.55PM Eat

10.20PM Have clothes ready in bag

10.30PM make protein shake

10.35PM Lay down relax

11.00PM sleep

6.30AM…

Good friends, with good times, tall glasses with good wine

Given in, as her heart beats for another, listening over her wrong doings fairly sober as I feel for her, as the other, see I’m not the one she’s missing or the closest she’s been kissing, from a distance , but given to keep my distance, in fear of falling in the hole she’s digging… 

Coming home, thinking I wouldn't be alone
But finding out I'm alone as ever,
See My Ex girl, is the one I text now..
With no reply, and this next girl always finds it somehow just say to hi, but I ignore cause I'm given it my all and more.. With wild night's driving pass the home I would reside, to being now, going along with the ride.. Until the moment at the door, and see the face that makes my heart race.. Tell me? Did you feel it? or this what we had wasn't shit.. Tell me? Is there anyone your sleeping with? Cause I swear I've fucked around for to damn long, and every night seemed so wrong, but it was the moment, the moment of mistake that I chose to make.. With new girls that stay around, searching for love, but with no luck of it being found, where I stand and they can't seem to understand it, and neither do I, so I send them a goodnight rather then a goodbye...

Ra

Conversation across table, lonely I sit staring at the past with glasses being pass….



All things are possible



De’ heart that sets the mind apart

An accessory living single in the world... With some things simply can’t be affording... for, I can’t do love nor a relationship... Or all the bullshit that comes with it… As feelings may take a hit, down searching for way around with pain that can’t quite be explained without sound...

Self motivated, too busy to understand why many live sleazy... Trying to please me

Through the struggles I’ve face to the ones erase, to now having thoughts with open space

Lost a friend, and ever since then it been hard to trust again...

“Happiness doesn’t come from wealth” with that I go with what I’m doing trying to figure that for myself

My ex stands as an example why I could never love the Next…

Always hearing you talk about it. Never seeing you doing shit... yea we know… success might take bit



“I want Saudi money, I want art money”



Two sides two every Face

Pick up the pieces

U.M Start Of A Season

‘PRATT ‘

My Pain My Gain

One way as everything seems to just to pass away

In between the days with a sudden stop in change

The head drops with rage, unsure of what’s right despite

I might lose going for what’s left...



Phantom Splurge

Her words were “Love Heals”



Having space in each togetherness,

Offset music, space between each string

Thinking nothing, with chances in being something

In the moment of time in wanting this for a life time

In someone who paid no mind… 





A Day at the ZOO!

                                                                               

Nights of Regrets

‘Nothing’, voicing out without a doubt

That you wanted out

As you went about I went along

Thinking this is going all wrong

But given the chance we had to move on

And now I’m going and searching of where I belong

With new faces, and old crowds flashing

In little space of what you call your new place

The comfort of your home remising of the nights

Going asleep alone, with nothing to give

Taken all I had leaving with nothing show

As losing someone I used to know

While in time that just became 2 years ago

How time flies seems like yesterday

I would say….

So little, with no due date

With time passing off the mirror

Coming off viewing the wait

When is there ever a time

When they say it’s too late

As my thoughts run chasing

The open gate of success

Leaving words unsaid

That I’m not quite ready to confess

As I fall deep, with less rest gone asleep

Taken that leap, to risk it if you want it

Even if it hurts a bit with all but little bull shit

That’s sets in my ear that we often come to hear

To the mistakes I’ve made of the regrets I’ve done

That’s I can’t face but choose to run from

Of the ordinary like the most of them…

 

A Moment of mine

That will last a Life Time

Doing it wrong”

Making the mistake for quite some time

Been doing it for so long

Where in time I’ve been doing it all wrong

……

Late texts to my ex… spilling my heart out

Sending devout wishes for success

With a suppress text in return

It’s as if I’m moving in the same pattern

As the heart beats stubborn

                                 never learing                                               

I hope all is well?

In high hopes your doing better than the usual

Can’t you tell?

As the beat seems artful...  The inner beauty comes awful

With a side of you reminding me of gods angel

Scripted in the bible...