BredaMoore

So who's this mistress in your messages that you've deleted been seen with, it's useless making excuses when the truth is you cheated your so deceiving misleading me into believing we had true love but it's clear to see here that I've been made a fool off

What does it take for us to learn from the mistake's me make we say trust is a must but we break the rule's anyway we need to just wake up cause lust got us where we are today facing all kind's of crazy accusation's we've been making lately so many complication's my mind's astray what i'm saying is baby believe me this isin't the way a relationship is suppose to be I need you close to me not in the distance I feel us slipping slowly we need to fix this my fingertip's still grip's the foundation but surely my intuition is telling I need to let go cause I can't hold on any more baby i'm sorry

As I lie in bed with situation's in my head time wasting, changing station's, losing patience, cause I dread, facing tomorrow's sorrow's of what's waiting ahead. gray sky's, watery eye's, made up lie's from no good guy's. misunderstood and so despised, jealousy and evny all in disguise. beauty can be so ugly at times, with bullies who make fun of me, and jeopardize live's.

Sleep, darling I have a small daughter called Cleis, who is like a golden flower I wouldn't take all Croesus' kingdom with love thrown in, for her --- Don't ask me what to wear I have no embroidered headband from Sardis to give you, Cleis, such as I wore and my mother always said that in her day a purple ribbon looped in the hair was thought to be high style indeed but we were dark: a girl whose hair is yellower than torchlight should wear no headdress but fresh flowers

Dapple-throned Aphrodite, eternal daughter of God, snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you, cow my heart with grief! Come, as once when you heard my far- off cry and, listening, stepped from your father's house to your gold car, to yoke the pair whose beautiful thick-feathered wings oaring down mid-air from heaven carried you to light swiftly on dark earth; then, blissful one, smiling your immortal smile you asked, What ailed me now that me call you again? What was it that my distracted heart most wanted? ``Whom has Persuasion to bring round now ``to your love? Who, Sappho, is unfair to you? For, let her run, she will soon run aft

I have had not one word from her Frankly I wish I were dead. When she left, she wept a great deal; she said to me, ``This parting must be endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.' I said, ``Go, and be happy but remember (you know well) whom you leave shackled by love ``If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared ``all the violet tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck ``myrrh poured on your head and on soft mats girls with all that they most wished for beside them ``while no voices chanted choruses without ours, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song.

The rain beats down on my window And I don't know the things you know And I don't know the reason why My dreams reach out to touch the sky The sun shines down as all suns do I think as the sun shines down on you But as the fallen reach for their guns Am I under the self-same sun? Going to take a trip on a southern train Travel to the land where it never rains And if I don't know just what I have lost, Am I really going to feel the cost? Run away on an angel's wing Flying high above everything And I hope that you will not mind If I leave everything behind Run until the sky becomes blue Showing some sympathy to you Come along

Can you remember sitting in that stuffy art room, Cutting little hearts out of crimson crepe paper And sticking them on makeshift valentine's cards To give to each other. I recall those days felt like they would never end And that nothing could even hope to ruin them. But paper hearts love, and paper hearts yearn Then paper hearts tear and paper hearts burn I remember how we drifted apart, away, But that each day I still saw you; a shadow Of the person I once knew; a porcelain doll On crack and heroin. I still wish that you had never left; because after You destroyed me, you then destroyed yourself. But it doesn't matter to me t