Handle With Care

Handle with Care

I had a love, that had no clue; they took for granted, all that’s true.

They spoke the words, to hold my heart; but forgot the soul, so now we part.

They did their best, to keep me there; but I’m no prize, to hold your stare.

If it were blessed, to share this life; you would have ceased, and stopped the strife.

You said you’re sorry, and things will change; but it’s too late, I feel so strange.

The time went by, all hope has past; I wanted love, with no spells to be cast.

If you can change, to keep me near; why didn’t you do it, before the fear?

You waited till, my trust was gone; I listened closely, but there’s no song.

I’m torn apart, from what is missing; I liked the days, when we were kissing.

You held me close, within your guard; my heart was fragile, but now it’s scarred.

 I hate to say, I loved you more; but you just watched, as I shut the door.

You waited till, the time was right; you figured out, it’s lonely at night.

You found the time, to send a note; now you’re lonely, so you wrote.

That’s not fair, for what I’ve done; I really thought, you were the one.

I’m moving on, to find my way; I see the sun, I feel a ray.

You’ll always be, a part of me; but I have to go, and set you free.

I’m crying hard, as I walk; no longer sitting, to watch the clock.

I’m feeling hurt, and full of pain; I gave my all, my soul you drain.

You have no power, to change my mind; I took it back, it’s mine to bind.

I miss the life, that’s supposed to be; where I feel the love, that’s meant for me.

My search goes on, to fill my soul; to find that heart, that makes me whole.

To bless my life, and hold me tight; and let me know, everything’s alright.

I hope there’s one, within the mass; that can handle a heart, that’s made of glass.

 

By Ron Lee   4/2014

Angels and Demons

Angels and Demons

Angel’s and Demon’s, are part of your soul; which will you chose, to pull from the hole?

One will protect, with all of its might; one will take flight, when you’re lost in the night.

One from above, one from below; One drags you down, one helps you grow.

Finding your way, in this Hell for a life; is a balancing act, as you straddle a knife.

You feel where you’ve been, you know where you are; but what’s in the future, beyond all the scars?

Life is a maze, that leaves you confused; it’s beaten you down, and your heart has been used.

Where was your Angel, when you needed her most; nowhere to be found, as she abandoned her post.

Your Demon was there, to comfort your soul; with thoughts of revenge, as pain took its toll.

It gave you a reason, to stay in the fight; while you were crying in silence, in the dark of the night.

Which would you choose, when you needed them most; darkness or light, to serve as your host?

Is the answer you have, one that you’d share; others wouldn’t get it, unless they’ve been there.

It’s easy to stay, when life’s going fine; to sit on your shoulder, and take credit and shine.

Where does she go, when darkness rolls in; when your soul catches fire, as you contemplate sin?

Her job isn’t done, because you’ve lost hope; she could stay in the fight, and help you to cope.

I wonder sometimes, which is the best; which is my savior, and which is the test.

 Angels and Demons, are part of this suite; why must we choose, which makes us complete.

If we’re the sum of our parts, then why would we choose; each has a mission, with different views.

One for protection, to give us defense; one fights with a fury, to give us offense.

One comes from the dark, the other from light; but what does it matter, if you survive the fight.

Life is a balance, in order to live; sometimes you take, and sometimes you give.

A lesson in pain, to enjoy the light; you need both for a future, before your soul will take flight.

Angels and Demons, are what make us complete; both are the reason, we maintain a heartbeat.

                                          By Ron Lee    4/2014

Unreturned Love

Unreturned Love

There are some in this world, that love more than others; they open their hearts, in search of another.

Hope is the fuel, that feeds our fire; it burns with a passion, as it turns to desire.

The heart has a way, to show you its pain; as tears pour from your eyes, and cover like rain.

No release for the soul, for it to borrow; so it uses these words, so it doesn’t drowned on its sorrow.

We take all the pain, and torment and grief; but the person we’re with, steals our love like a thief.

Without even a kiss, or a thank you so much; they go on with their life, using our heart as a crutch.

Why do we stay, and take the abuse; so I won’t be alone, is my only excuse.

I want it so bad, with love to be treated; to see in their eyes, that my souls been completed.

We give them a life, and treat them so sweet; but we look in their face, and know that they cheat.

We don’t say a word, and push it down deep; because the truth of this knowledge, just makes us feel cheap.

We push and we struggle, and say it ok; we do what we can, just so they’ll stay.

We want a way out, as we ask for advice; but all that we hear, is you better think twice.

A promise you made, from the good book; you swore to the Lord, with the vows that you took.

What kind of person, would guilt you with God; one that couldn’t find the courage, so they live with a fraud.

A friend that I’ve found, understands what I say; she knows how it feels, with the price that we pay.

The ones that we’ve loved, have torn us apart; were afraid to keep trying, for what it’s done to our heart.

A love that I had, I thought was the one; she died from a beating, and since there’s been none.

The fear that I have, has crippled my soul; so I hide with my heart, in the depth of this hole.

I want to find love, and finally be free; to wash out my soul, of all this death and debris.

The problem I have, is starting over again; because the life that I’ve had, has worn me quite thin.

I want to be happy, but don’t know about trust; one more heartbreak, will turn me to dust.

All that I want, in the life I have left; is to find my true love, and finally feel blessed.

 

By Ron Lee   4/16/2014

Emotional Blindness

Emotional Blindness

The expression of pain, comes in many forms; what right do you have, to suggest a norm.

The sign that you see, is all that comes out; there’s a war raging inside, filled with Demons of doubt.

The tears on my face, are easiest to see; they boil in Hell, from a depth within me.

I try to escape, the emotions that come; but you can never be free, when you don’t know where they’re from.

An aching inside, that you can’t conceive; the Death Dealer is here, and he won’t let me leave.

You try to be smug, as you tell me your cure; you would choke on despair, if your pain was this pure.

You see that there’s signs, but you turn a blind eye; you sit there and judge, and think you know why.

The scars on my body, are an expression of will; I took all the beatings, and kept quiet and still.

I try to be cool, and wear a thick mask; I don’t know what to say, and don’t want you to ask.

There’s no way to explain, or give you a peek; a day in your life, takes me a week.

I try to be strong, and not feel like a waste; but your memories of me, would be best served erased.

A consumption of fire, that erupts from this pit; is a blank stare of pain, as I roast on this spit.

The chills that you see, that crawl up my spine; are the slayers of hope, come to drink me like wine.

I say that I’m fine, to make you feel better; you take it and run, and ignore my last letter.

The person you see, has become undone; I’ve been trapped in the darkness, with no light from the sun.

A limit we have, before we will break; but what do you do, when Death just won’t take.

 So you say that you know, and that you’ve been there; but your emotions so cold, it puts a chill in the air.

My expressions of pain, are buried down deep; fighting the fiends, for my eternal sleep.

Emotional blindness, is the illness you spread; it seeps in my pores, and fills me with dread.

I shake and I twitch, from the poison inside; which one do you see, my Jekyll or Hyde.

So I sit here and smile, and put on a good show; for this person you see, you really don’t know.

                                          By Ron Lee

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The Secret

The Secret

The dark is a place, where I sit and I dream; it relaxes my soul, and calms all the screams.

I think of my life, and what I want to do; I plan for a future, that I can spend with you.

I search and I struggle, to find the old me; I think he’s long gone, for never more to be.

As I sift through the pieces, of what I once was; I long for my love, that came from above.

My life is a puzzle, that’s not clean or neat; it’s a search for another, to make my picture complete.

I curse at the sun, and pray for the night; if I am lost in the shadows, then I’ll survive the fight.

I sit here in silence, just bidding my time; for I’m just a big secret, waiting in line.

I love her so much, she’s one of a kind; I hope I’m the one, when she makes up her mind.

I’ve waited so long, to be the one that she wants; I’m lost in my mind, reliving my haunts.

What will I do, what will I say; if I’m left all alone, at the end of this day.

I’ve suffered so much, I’ve lost all I had; my heart won’t survive, if this all goes bad.

She’s my last hope, she’s my last chance; to experience true love, and finish this dance.

When all is a mess, I’m the one she will call; she has faith in me, to stop the fall.

I’ve done what I can, my heart I have passed; I hope she is careful, it’s fragile as glass.

 I’m the one in her dreams, when she closes her eyes; when she knows I am near, it makes her heart fly.

I’m a secret for now, but this is what’s true; we’re in love with each other, and we can see this through.

With my hand on your neck, with the gentlest of touch; I kiss your sweet lips, and make you quiver so much.

Our hearts are in tune, with this love that we share; I’m the one that you want, because I’ve always been there.

With the truth being told, and the secret is out; you denied my existence, and cast me about.

The lies that you told, without taking a breath; has stripped me of will, as I welcome my Death.

By Ron Lee

My Final Season

My Final Season

Lightning strikes, as clouds roll in; the rain comes down, for new life to begin.

The seasons change, as spring is here; to cleanse the earth, with its tears.

Mother Nature spills her blood; she cuts her veins, and brings a flood.

From brown to green, you see the change; new life is here, but feels quite strange.

We’ve suffered through, the winter gloom; to see the sun, and flowers bloom.

With the colors, that we see; why’s this Demon, still haunting me?

New life galore, as flowers bud; green grass grows, through the soggy mud.

I see a color, that’s red to me; but is it the same, that you can see?

The sun is bright, and full of life; but I’m trapped in Hell, with all my strife.

I want the warmth, to soothe my soul; to heal my wounds, and make me whole.

The days are bright, and longer still; I thought the change, would increase my will.

Searching for, some brighter days; the winds blows strong, to clear my grave.

The day is gone, the sun has set; no more light, for me to get.

Now I sit, in the dark of night; my soul is drained, from the fight.

I wasn’t strong, now I’m dead; in the earth I go, for the ground to be fed.

Just say goodbye, don’t shed a tear; I’ll see you later, when you get here.

I’m all around, for you to see; I fed that flower, it’s part of me.

You’ll hear my voice, in the wind; I’ll whisper softly, with the love I send.

So when you see, that twinkling star; it’s just for you, from across the far.

 

By Ron Lee