TwistedFate

She was perfect, at least she was to me nobody else could take her place, not one can I see she was always more than just the girl I love, but I was a fool and I lost her when push came to shove She slipped through my fingers like grains of soft sand and into the fire I jumped, from the sizzling pan there was so much that I should've done to keep her she kept falling out of reach, she just slipped further Through the darkness, she seems to have found the light maybe this time with you, she's finally done right so give her everything, all that love that she deserves all the hugs and kisses, that you've held in reserve Be there for her, just listen when she talks Be there through hard times and protect her as she walks grab a hold of her heart and hold it tightly, don't lose your grip like I did, not even slightly She's a strong woman, there is no doubt, intelligent and beautiful, a true knockout you're a lucky man and I want you to know yo...

October 20th 1996, was a day that changed everything one simple left turn, and it was all or nothing a simple long weekend trip was all it took the memories of what happened next, had as all a little shook It didn't make much sense that we had two vehicles that day if the trees of Yala could speak, it would talk about this story today simply put the second vehicle brought six souls home that night they would all agree that the events of this day, gave us a fright By around 10am, we had seen most of what there was to see except the leopard, which was as elusive as can be our guide told us to take a left up ahead greeted by armed men escorting white vans, we all thought we would end up dead We stopped dead in our tracks, they opened the doors of the car what happened there after was testament to the situation in our country by far 'take us to the manik ganga' they said, and we did what we were told I'll never forget the events of this day,  even when I'm old It was la...

Running around the garden, playing all kinds of games thinking back now, life will never be the same sitting here reminiscing and writing all these rhymes lord knows I'll never forget, those amazingly innocent times Cricket, touch rugby or running around with toy guns such happy memories, so much crazy fun running freely up down the road together with my cousins and friends,  memories last forever Playing with figurines and toy cars alike pretending to be characters from TV that we like no stress in our lives in those care free days I miss those years in so many ways Now we're all grown up, some with kids of their own our own parents look at us and say ' goodness how they've grown' watching the next generation, run around like we did takes me back to those days when no worry was ever needed The best days of someones lives are always their childhood full of freedom and fun and the meaning of brotherhood even if it's playing a bass drum in school or wearing a cap ...

It plays in his head like it was only yesterday, waiting for her to get dressed, so they can be on their way butterflies in his stomach, both his knees are wobbling with just one glimpse of her, his heart started to sing Deep down he knew then, that he had found love, that finally he found his soul mate, his one true dove despite barely knowing her, he knew exactly what he felt she was the only one, who could make his heart melt It was too good to be true, like something out of a film he wanted to tell her then, he wanted to go out on a limb how much he actually loved her, he didn't know where to begin he just held her hand in his so tightly and kept his words within Arm in arm they walked, that cold November night holding each other close, nothing ever felt so right  both of them smiling, they couldn't help but wonder if both their hearts were beating, like a loud rolling thunder They sit across the dinner table, again he reaches for her hand they were both so happy, smiling c...

Once again he fights to go to sleep, wanting to make things right and earn his keep everyday he battles memories of his past he craves to be free of pain at long last Blood, sweat and tears, spilled like a soldier, with every hour that goes by, he feels the world get colder in his heart of hearts, he knows he's not the only one that suffers one would think all the scars would make him tougher How does one survive a life of broken dreams?, to clear a mind so beaten, internally he screams continuing down that long and lonely road, his shoulders weighed down by a heavy load Once again lying a wake in his bed, wondering if he can make true, the visions in his head, life is a fight, a battle and sometimes a war emotions so pure, so painful, so raw Battered and beaten, he keeps getting back to his feet, knowing he has to stand up, even in the face of defeat onward he plods and pushes through the demons both near and far and his memories will haunt him forever, lik...