A dream

A dream is real until you wake up
Once it's over you get up and realize it was dream
While you're asleep, you create as your mind proceeds
All your wants become needs
All you need is at your feet
The dream can go on, if it is real
But once it's over, you get up and move on

The Walls Come Down

I finally get it. A lot of women belieeve that if she says the first hello then she made the first. Well I'm sorry to say that a simple is not a move. The man does not meet a wife the first time he sees you, unless you are married to someone else. No ladies, the first time he sees you he sees a woman. You could be the ugly woman or the pretty woman. Nevertheless, he sees a woman. Saying hello is not making. Also, making a conversation is not always verbal. I just learnt that tonight. If he's staring at you from across he is conversing with you. I had this happen to me, I did not understand until too little too late. Now he's leaving. That could've been a good relationship. Not only with a great guy, but with a cute. I am so picky when it comes to guys and that is a good thing, but I was overexaggerating. I believe the Lord is teaching me a lesson. The walls must come down. The expectations we set are sometimes us hiding behind the door. Personally I use to set the bar so high, that no one could get through. I'd have to custom-make this dream guy in order for him to be real. There are good guys out there, but most of us ladies make it so hard to meet them we become blind to them. They pass by us everyday wanting to get know us, but we are so immune to them and so attracted to the messed up ones, that that is all we get. We don't attract them, but we are blind to the good ones, so we target the bad ones, because that is all that we see. The walls must come down!

Lost my Focus

Lord please forgive me
I've lost my focus once again
I tried to remain faithful
Smirked at the words coming out of your children
I want to do right, but evil is present with me
I know I have a choice
But temptation sings at me like the choir
During the Sunday service
It sounds good but I know
Yet I still choose to go my way
I try to stand on my own
Forgetting that Lord is my Shepherd
I am not in control of my life
Swayed by the country boy
Carefree in all his ways
Driven by his ambition
Pleasing to the eye I found one
But I don't wnat to be like Eve
In the garden of Eden
seduced by the words of a snake
Cursed with pain due to ignorance
Please save me
Forgive me
Take my hand
Precious Lord
Take me home