sitting here going through,
pictures of us and you,
knowing not of what to do,
because your gone,
this journeys through,
sitting here doing this,
knowing now what different is..
wish you knew how much your missed,
but then again that's just a wish..
reminiscing of your laugh,
brings a smile makes us glad,
thinking of all the times we had,
but there over now and again its bad..
reminiscing of you smile,
makes the time worth its while,
still were all in denial,
the truth in this seems so vile..
thinking of the very end,
breaks my heart i lost my friend,
wish things were like they were back then,
i cant face the fact, and i cant pretend.
missing you everyday,
what can take this pain away,
i feel so lost, i feel a stray,
i feel ill never find my way,
without you i feel distraught,
like i said I'm just lost,
i don't know what to do..
but just sit here and think of you.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Do you feel
if i were you id walk away,
with not another word to say.
i seen how much i mean to you,
you love brown eyes but hers are blue,
you held her close, all through the night,
when i asked, you were with the guys,
i should have known you wouldn't change,
but i was wrong and I'm to blame,
when you held her did u think of me,
did wonder where i could be..
or did you know that i was home alone,
waiting for you by the phone.
did you care at all that you had my soul,
and did you think of how much you were letting go,
so you see me now do you miss what you had?
do u care at all do you feel bad?
no explanations heard em all,
no alibis i watched you fall,
i read the signs and i felt the pain
if you wanted her why play these games,
why lead me on and love me now,
why even try you cant get out,
and whats left at home you can have,
are you sorry now do you feel bad?
did you care that you had my soul,
did you think of how much you were letting go.
so you see me now do you miss what you had ?
do you do you feel bad?
with not another word to say.
i seen how much i mean to you,
you love brown eyes but hers are blue,
you held her close, all through the night,
when i asked, you were with the guys,
i should have known you wouldn't change,
but i was wrong and I'm to blame,
when you held her did u think of me,
did wonder where i could be..
or did you know that i was home alone,
waiting for you by the phone.
did you care at all that you had my soul,
and did you think of how much you were letting go,
so you see me now do you miss what you had?
do u care at all do you feel bad?
no explanations heard em all,
no alibis i watched you fall,
i read the signs and i felt the pain
if you wanted her why play these games,
why lead me on and love me now,
why even try you cant get out,
and whats left at home you can have,
are you sorry now do you feel bad?
did you care that you had my soul,
did you think of how much you were letting go.
so you see me now do you miss what you had ?
do you do you feel bad?
Country Girls
i like going fishin, i love gettin muddy, i talk slower and I'm louder, and i call everybody buddy.
i like to get my nails done, although its harder to bait my hook, if I'm not wearing my house shoes, then I'm probably barefoot..
willie, Waylon,Merle, and hank, got me through my first few years.. offer me wine, id have to pass, id rather have a beer.
yes i am a girly girl, but i wont cry if i mess up my hair,id throw it in a balled up bun,and wouldn't even care.
I'm my daddy's little princess, in his eyes i do no wrong, and he tells me everyday that Tim Magraw sings our song.
my dog is like my family, i have more cut offs than t-shirts, i wear boots with shorts to Walmart, and I'm no stranger to hard work.
now they say country girls are crazy, beware if u piss one off, they tend to sling the nearest thing, without giving it a thought.
ill take sittin by a bomb fire on a tail gate with all my friends, then to be riding through L.A in a new Mercedes Benz.
u can call us hillbillies, rednecks, Raul, or rustic....,uneducated poor and stupid, or maybe even busted,
but just because we have our own language, and a different perspective on our life, doesn't mean were not smart, because were usually always right.
we had the wisest of women to teach us although we didn't listen and we deplore, our mothers who are our best friends what else could a girl need more.
country ain't about where u come from, what u have or what u wont, its about whats in your heart, some girls have it some girls don't.
and for all the city girls that are are missin out on fried chicken and sweet tea, u can come on over to my Mamaws house and get the best of meals for free.
and boys if you want a good ole girl who has a real tan from the sun, id suggest u come find one of mine, cause country girls have more fun!
-Kayla Cantrell
i like to get my nails done, although its harder to bait my hook, if I'm not wearing my house shoes, then I'm probably barefoot..
willie, Waylon,Merle, and hank, got me through my first few years.. offer me wine, id have to pass, id rather have a beer.
yes i am a girly girl, but i wont cry if i mess up my hair,id throw it in a balled up bun,and wouldn't even care.
I'm my daddy's little princess, in his eyes i do no wrong, and he tells me everyday that Tim Magraw sings our song.
my dog is like my family, i have more cut offs than t-shirts, i wear boots with shorts to Walmart, and I'm no stranger to hard work.
now they say country girls are crazy, beware if u piss one off, they tend to sling the nearest thing, without giving it a thought.
ill take sittin by a bomb fire on a tail gate with all my friends, then to be riding through L.A in a new Mercedes Benz.
u can call us hillbillies, rednecks, Raul, or rustic....,uneducated poor and stupid, or maybe even busted,
but just because we have our own language, and a different perspective on our life, doesn't mean were not smart, because were usually always right.
we had the wisest of women to teach us although we didn't listen and we deplore, our mothers who are our best friends what else could a girl need more.
country ain't about where u come from, what u have or what u wont, its about whats in your heart, some girls have it some girls don't.
and for all the city girls that are are missin out on fried chicken and sweet tea, u can come on over to my Mamaws house and get the best of meals for free.
and boys if you want a good ole girl who has a real tan from the sun, id suggest u come find one of mine, cause country girls have more fun!
-Kayla Cantrell
Poems
well here another love poem,
same subject, different guy.
all these emotions running through me,
but still i don't see why.
when will i find the one, who will not bring me pain?
every time i think Ive found him,
I'm wrong, and hes the same.
to think about the future,
sort of leaves me feeling blind,
i cant see myself with anyone,
cause men frequently change their minds.
they fall deeply in love or so they think,
then learn that they were wrong,
so then its done and I'm left here writing pointless poems,
poems of how he broke my heart,
and how i loved him so.
poems of sleepless nights, and dreary days,
and poems of letting go.
rhymes that don't make any sense,
when i read them years form now.
lyrics to all the songs that comforted me,
when he let me down.
poems of hurt, and heartache, and poems of feeling blue,
rhymes of how it kills me that the two of us are through,
poems of him happy, poems of me sad,
some poems that are pretty good,
and others that are kinda bad.
when i press my pen to the paper,
i really need not to try,
i pour my heart out then its finished,
i write so i don't cry.
and like i said it may be bad when i read it years from today,
but ill always remember writing poems whenever my heart would ache.
-Kayla Cantrell
same subject, different guy.
all these emotions running through me,
but still i don't see why.
when will i find the one, who will not bring me pain?
every time i think Ive found him,
I'm wrong, and hes the same.
to think about the future,
sort of leaves me feeling blind,
i cant see myself with anyone,
cause men frequently change their minds.
they fall deeply in love or so they think,
then learn that they were wrong,
so then its done and I'm left here writing pointless poems,
poems of how he broke my heart,
and how i loved him so.
poems of sleepless nights, and dreary days,
and poems of letting go.
rhymes that don't make any sense,
when i read them years form now.
lyrics to all the songs that comforted me,
when he let me down.
poems of hurt, and heartache, and poems of feeling blue,
rhymes of how it kills me that the two of us are through,
poems of him happy, poems of me sad,
some poems that are pretty good,
and others that are kinda bad.
when i press my pen to the paper,
i really need not to try,
i pour my heart out then its finished,
i write so i don't cry.
and like i said it may be bad when i read it years from today,
but ill always remember writing poems whenever my heart would ache.
-Kayla Cantrell
Secrete Stalker
Daydreaming about those ocean blue eyes,
wishing it was real.
just hoping and praying someday,
you'll feel the way i feel.
drifting off into the dreams,
that some day you'll be mine.
you've never acknowledged em before,
but i see you all the time.
i notice every detail.
things she never cares to see.
like when the breeze blows through your dark brown hair,
and your eyes as blue as the sea.
you know she doesn't deserve you,
look at what shes put you through.
she doesn't care about how you feel,
she doesn't love you like i do.
but how could you see me,
even though I'm always there.
i cant get the nerve to approach you.
I'm just way too scared.
what if you think I'm ugly?
what if you think that I'm not smart?
i know everything need to know about you,
its all here in my heart.
i love you.
yes, i love you.
its not a crush, it wont pass by.
your my world,your my everything.
my love will never die!
i know everything about you!
you love Chinese, and your a "talker".
you play defense, on the ball team.
i guess I'm your secrete stalker..
I'm the girl who waits for after every single class,
i walk with you to your car.
i know that you leave last.
i know you hate when she blows you off.
shes with her friends more than you.
i know you tug on your left ear,
when your thinking or confused.
i know that no matter what she says,
you ll always take her back.
i know you always try to keep her smiling,
because you love the way she laughs.
but how can you be so in love with her,
she always shows you anger.
i would be so good to you.
but how could you love a stranger?
so if you want to meet me,
ill be by the gym at 3:15.
ill be waiting patiently,
in a place we wont be seen.
but if you aren't going to love me,
please don't come at all.
instead of being embarrassed,
id rather love you from a far.
wishing it was real.
just hoping and praying someday,
you'll feel the way i feel.
drifting off into the dreams,
that some day you'll be mine.
you've never acknowledged em before,
but i see you all the time.
i notice every detail.
things she never cares to see.
like when the breeze blows through your dark brown hair,
and your eyes as blue as the sea.
you know she doesn't deserve you,
look at what shes put you through.
she doesn't care about how you feel,
she doesn't love you like i do.
but how could you see me,
even though I'm always there.
i cant get the nerve to approach you.
I'm just way too scared.
what if you think I'm ugly?
what if you think that I'm not smart?
i know everything need to know about you,
its all here in my heart.
i love you.
yes, i love you.
its not a crush, it wont pass by.
your my world,your my everything.
my love will never die!
i know everything about you!
you love Chinese, and your a "talker".
you play defense, on the ball team.
i guess I'm your secrete stalker..
I'm the girl who waits for after every single class,
i walk with you to your car.
i know that you leave last.
i know you hate when she blows you off.
shes with her friends more than you.
i know you tug on your left ear,
when your thinking or confused.
i know that no matter what she says,
you ll always take her back.
i know you always try to keep her smiling,
because you love the way she laughs.
but how can you be so in love with her,
she always shows you anger.
i would be so good to you.
but how could you love a stranger?
so if you want to meet me,
ill be by the gym at 3:15.
ill be waiting patiently,
in a place we wont be seen.
but if you aren't going to love me,
please don't come at all.
instead of being embarrassed,
id rather love you from a far.
The Truth (Addiction)
I’ll tell you a story, a story about truth, the truth about love and what it can do,
Now for a few years Ive had one thing on my mind,
I search everyday, Ive went out of my mind,
because i want and I need it , without it I'm alone,
Ive gave up my life my family and my home.
Its why I wake up, without it I cant sleep,
I know in my conscious I'm in way too deep.
Because now i cant live without it in my life,
its gives me strength, courage and a reason to fight,
but when its not near I sweat and I shake,
I cant be without it I'm gone its too late,
so I try to keep going even though I'm so sick,
because I know once I have it everything will click,
ill have power and strength, just like before,
but I'm so use to the effects I cant feel it anymore,
so I search for another brand… no there’s not just one,
it comes in many sizes and colors, I couldn’t just pick one,
but I am not alone there are others as well,
who are a slave to their love for this burden form hell,
some are so obvious but others are smart,
people you’d never dream let this thing in their heart.
A teacher at school, a lady form choir,
it feeds off anyone who gives into desire.
Your neighbor your doctor, your companion or spouse,
it tries to get everyone and leaves no one out,
but the thing we all have in common and what makes us the same, is that were devoted and that’s not going to change,
in the end well have nothing if we have anything at all,
we’ll know we’ve been defeated and were all going to fall,
the truth is were addicted, though were in denial,
We say we can stop, but were off by a mile,
The truth is we cant no matter who says what,
The addiction comes first and its not going to stop,
If we wouldn’t do it for our kids, or our husbands and wives why would we now, we’ve already ruined our lives,
We’ve lost all we care about if we haven’t we will, don’t you know not to come between people and pills,
It doesn’t do any good no matter what you can say,
Like I said we are gone, we cant stay away,
Now its just a hunt, everyday a new game how many can I take before I go insane.
We don’t care that you worry, you sit up and cry,
Afraid next time you hear form us it will be that we’ve died,
Its not about you its how we feel,
We don’t care about anyone,
We care about pills.
-Kayla Cantrell
Now for a few years Ive had one thing on my mind,
I search everyday, Ive went out of my mind,
because i want and I need it , without it I'm alone,
Ive gave up my life my family and my home.
Its why I wake up, without it I cant sleep,
I know in my conscious I'm in way too deep.
Because now i cant live without it in my life,
its gives me strength, courage and a reason to fight,
but when its not near I sweat and I shake,
I cant be without it I'm gone its too late,
so I try to keep going even though I'm so sick,
because I know once I have it everything will click,
ill have power and strength, just like before,
but I'm so use to the effects I cant feel it anymore,
so I search for another brand… no there’s not just one,
it comes in many sizes and colors, I couldn’t just pick one,
but I am not alone there are others as well,
who are a slave to their love for this burden form hell,
some are so obvious but others are smart,
people you’d never dream let this thing in their heart.
A teacher at school, a lady form choir,
it feeds off anyone who gives into desire.
Your neighbor your doctor, your companion or spouse,
it tries to get everyone and leaves no one out,
but the thing we all have in common and what makes us the same, is that were devoted and that’s not going to change,
in the end well have nothing if we have anything at all,
we’ll know we’ve been defeated and were all going to fall,
the truth is were addicted, though were in denial,
We say we can stop, but were off by a mile,
The truth is we cant no matter who says what,
The addiction comes first and its not going to stop,
If we wouldn’t do it for our kids, or our husbands and wives why would we now, we’ve already ruined our lives,
We’ve lost all we care about if we haven’t we will, don’t you know not to come between people and pills,
It doesn’t do any good no matter what you can say,
Like I said we are gone, we cant stay away,
Now its just a hunt, everyday a new game how many can I take before I go insane.
We don’t care that you worry, you sit up and cry,
Afraid next time you hear form us it will be that we’ve died,
Its not about you its how we feel,
We don’t care about anyone,
We care about pills.
-Kayla Cantrell
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