lies lies and lies

joe,

what if u stopped loving me,what if u walked away

what would i do to stay alive ,each and every day

part of me would surley die never to return

part of me would lay it off lesson 4 me to learn

part of me would explode w/rage full of hate and revenge on my mind .part of me would feel like a fool

for trusting a man and loving u blind

part of me would cry for u beg u to come back again

part of me would fake a smile and laugh every now and then

part of me would hate myself for letting it even happen at all

part of me would go back to the girl i was so scared and so small

part of me would shut down for good,letting no other man inside

part of me is gratefull to u for having even tried

part of me would cry each day till the very end

 part of me would be shattered  unable to ever mend

i know w/o you i am incomplete, miserable and afraid

i cant stand the thougght  of life w/o u  a hell in me

that only i made

so even though im a bitch right now, i dont want to see u go

 u r my world my every thing i just thought that u should know

                                                                   love michelle

this poem was wrote right after she told me that she fucked around on me and i told her that i wasnt going to leave but that i owed her one

TLOVE AND LOSS

TO KNOW LOVE IS TO KNOW LOSS

BUT TO HAVE EVERY REALLY BEEN LOVED

IS WORTH ANY COST

LOVE NEVER FAILS BUT WILL ALWAYS HURT U IN THE END

RATHER ITS THE DEATH OF YOUR SPOUCE OF 40 YEARS

OR JUST AN OLD FRIEND THAT LIKED TO FISH AND DRINK BEER

thank GOD thats over

well im glad thats finally over with,this was my first valentines day alone in 10 years.Even the valentines days that i have spent in prison,or county jails were not as lonely as this one was, but i had plenty of weed.So i stayed stoned all fuckin day,so stick that in your crack pipe and smoke it ''puppet president bush''.

happy valentines day michelle

i cant say i dont love,i will for the rest of my life

but i could i could never trust u

           or make u my wife

but a man of my word,and off of parole this week

im coming to kick ricky's ass

and i was just thinking if i dont go to jail

right then, maybe u me and brenda

could get a 1/4 o  and freak

who needs a fuckin subject

GOD given talents, so easily consumed,a wonderful life, just lost in a spoon,how could i throw it all away like this,register,and there it is,i cant even remember the whore or that punk she's with

over and over again

   another dissappointment,one more heart breaks,as they pop pills,they think im wrong for the drug i choose to take.every plan i make crashes right there before me.

cant get a break

every plan ive made,and every thing that i have posessed pass away quickly much as we do in the flesh life of acomplishments,or a life of shame,doesnt really matter much isnt all life the same.different opinions and different ways of life,some men stay bacholers while others take wifes,some people faithful,and and honest,yet most cheat and tell lies