Marching On Mach

SEAN TAYLOR #26 R.I.P

Going on 4 years

Don’t I know you?

As we knew of, seeing us go

As it cares to show, life fairs as we only grow

Through the times of hands, facing obstacles

Of one man’s plans, given nothings easy

Focusing on not losing sight, while being

Unappreciative if it came overnight….

“In this life, you don't have to prove nothing' to nobody but yourself “

“Who cares how much effort I put in, if it doesn’t produce any results? “

Emotions living in the past years

With everything coming off more distant

Then it is being different, as the truth sits front

Being different, not knowing what’s current

But through it all I’ve been living Patient

 Not living in the moment

Passing my judgment on life calling it a giant

While living in its basement…

 

                       Come on, pelicans! Fly, fly away!

     
                  Don't toot your horn honey, you're not that good.         

Keeping a good amount of distance

As I’m reaching out keeping in touch

With understanding she’s not willing to hold the hand

That cares as much

Being we were young given our past?

A moment of mind that came to last to be relived

 Willing to give…  Cause true fully  

 She’s one of many... That I always kept in memory

Now with things only being friendly

We can only choose wisely with who we give our trust to

For everything behind the moment has reason

Now having it happen its only destine

And I always told you, why couldn't I listen to myself... 

As it lives always

We no longer love em

Until the moment we see them happy

With someone else...

Red dress

Goodbye My Friend... Will it Ever Happen Again?

Care

Never forgetting the past, but just embracing this moment

As it was lovely before the misery

With the rest being history

Viewing back to our relationship

Tell me what it was

That you can make of it?

 In believing myself that I was through

In missing you...

As we’ve loved...  we’ve lost

A view in us crossed with trust being the cost...

Two life’s one world on the run...

Shining single as the sun

Feeling gone as the moon...

On my way

Be there soon...

Night’s out… starting off the weekend

A given will be drinking

Drunken dialing with each smiling

With things being complicated

Arguing on who’s driving

As the arguments are getting deeper

Questioning as she asking.. Phones ringing neither of us are answering..

 Her voice getting louder us moving closer..

Her needing Closure..

She works hard, harder than the average

Keeping her guards up, from the next mans garbage

Never accustomed to admire the inner beauty

Of a good girl  

With less mileage… showing less cleavage

With knowledge

Given head to the books

Breaking hers, not knowing broke mines as well

This being the greatest pain from hell

Ever known, from being alone…

Thinking on what’s gone losing it to that one

Back tracking from the fun, the late night talks from our bond

It was full of beauty abusing me

In nothing becoming something beautiful

Trusting love not to go...

To believing I gave you everything you had to know

Through the arguments staged to the crowd putting on a show

Crying over your makeup

Leading towards a breakup...  only to wake up… and make up

As we do it yet again…

When it the trend going to end?

As Lust always semmed to fool us…