I’m a work in progress

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 10:00 PM
A work in progress that’s what I am. 
My paintings steel being processed in a painters mind, 
dripping paint onto a canvas of mine. 
An image waiting to be processed over time 
Black and white, 
yellow and green. 
Who knows how this will turn out? 
I’m not perfect not at all you see. 
I’m a work in progress. 
I’m roughly drawn around the edges, 
waiting for my colors to fall in. 
I’m a work in progress, 
waiting for my frame work; 
heavy duty it will be 
so I’ll stand up to all weather you see. 
I’m a work in progress for all to see

Why

Published by Amanda Shelton under on 9:53 PM
How many times do I have to tell you 
I’m sorry for the things I’v done 
Just don’t feel sorry for this better hearted woman 
But when I start to try to tell you 
my heart sinks to the bottom of my belly 
That’s when you try to console me 
But our trouble’s only just begun 
I tell myself too many times 
Why don’t I learn to love myself? 
That’s why it hurts so bad to know those words 
will sting 
That keep on falling from your mouth 
I’m Falling 
I’m Falling 
Tell me… 
Why? 
Why? 
Do I have the need to hurt you so 
taking another piece of your heart 
Such passions are these that fall apart landing in my lap 
you look with a weary heart 
a tear falls and a breath is taken 
such passions are these that tough my lips and my sinful soul 
but steal you take a dip and drink from it steal 
a full glass a cupful 
Why? 
Why? 
Do I have the need to hurt for you? 
Should I die a weary death and the angles take my last breath 
these are moments I will not regret 
Such passions are these that leave us yet 
No one knows what our tow hearts have taken 
taking a dip and drink from it yet 
Sinful souls and a heartfelt dip we drink for it yet 
and leave empty-handed and our glasses tipped loosing it’s luster 
it’s leftover shimmer 
Why? 
Why? 
Do I need to hate or love you? 
I know we argue and I know we fight 
but really can our love win this fight? 
Our love is like a Knight with a sword and shield 
protecting its weakened crust 
Why? 
Why? 
Do I have the need to be broken 
I’v shattered into a million pieces 
leaving you to pick up my pieces 
don’t think I changed my mind 
for Hun.. 
I knew in due time you would see my broken rhyme 
Why? 
Why? 
Do I have the need to ask? 
Will my heart ever mend and be whole once again?


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