Lies, By Luke Francis Wetzler
You've pushed him away, you've made him cry.
You've made him want death with each and every lie.
You've lied to his face, you've lied in your writing.
You've lied to him so much, youve lied about lieing.
Although hes forgiven, he hasn't forgotten.
He begs no more lies, his dreams they are haunting.
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By Luke Wetzler
Sun on my face, wind at my back
Im taking a trip, dont plan to come back.
Im leaving you all, for good or for bad
Im going for good, but please dont be sad.
I'll still be here, in body and mind.
This trip I am taking is of emotional kind.
Three Friends By Luke Francis Wetzler
Whatever happened to three little kids
best friends out having fun.
Running through trees and fields
Playing soldiers with fake guns.
Always inseperable through good times and bad
now thinking back, memories are sad.
We grew apart though i dont know why
thinking about it brings tears to my eyes.
Three little kids, best childhood friends
who never expected that friendship to end.
Three friends there to help, if ever one fell,
Three friends who's names start with M, D, and L.
What will happen to those three little friends?
Nobody knows, but time will tell in the end.
Broken Friendship
Luke Wetzler
What ever happened to the friendship we had?
Years ago that now make me sad.
For no longer are we friends
Though we vowed to be until time ends.
I guess time ended and left me behind
and if I had one wish I'd make time rewind.
Go back to the days when we were friends
change the wrongs and make amends.
Whatever happened to the years we shared
and never once did we think or care.
You and me whent sepperate ways
and now all we have is memories of the days.
The days we shared riding bikes
the times we spent going on hikes.
Before it all ended, before it all changed,
before both our lives got rearranged.
I wish we could fix the friendship we broke
and relive the summers laughing at jokes.
Never did we think far ahead
for we vowed to be friends until we were both dead.
So heres to the changes we can still make,
and share more good times. For friendships sake.
Blocked from you
By Luke Wetzler.
We just barely started talking,
yet you turn your back on me.
Thought we had a lot in common
but it's not in our destiny.
You've done everything that you can do
to prevent me from talking to you.
I know its my fault, I know you dont care,
that i am sorry, and think its not fair.
You let me know a little bit, then hid yourself away
But i still hope you'll talk to me, once again someday.
Knife in Hand
By Luke Wetzler
You put the knife in my hand again
You rest the cold steel on my skin
Things you say cut me deep
Now as I die my blood will seep
Into the carpet onto the floor
To you they're words
to me they're more.
These words are feelings I always feel
Although you dont believe them to me they're real
The words you said formed this knife
That is slowly taking my life
Now light is fading everything is black
Im full of death, it's life I lack.
Living Hell
By Luke Wetzler
Im living hell but I dont mind,
Im searching for what I cant find.
The closeness that most people feel,
But for me it's not even real.
I try and try to feel it to,
but you wont let it be felt in you.
It's not your fault that you are shy,
It's not your fault it makes me cry.
I dont want you to be hurt by me,
and thus it's so we may never be.
We may never share the feelings spoke of
but we will se if we find love.
And when I find love, If I do,
I pray to god it's found in you.
Alone We Are
By Luke Wetzler
Alone we can be what we are wanting.
Are wildest thoughts come to life when we are.
We can be strong, with courage undaunting,
or the driver of the worlds fastest car.
But being alone can bring sadness to.
When by yourself you cant escape your thoughts.
Thoughts of being used by people untrue.
While thinking of thd your happiness rots.
You start to cry, tears roll down your cheek.
You think of your friends and family who lie
These thoughts force you to your knees you feel weak.
Alone with these thoughts you feel your mind die.
While alone I feel both happy and sad
While i think of the days I was nothing but glad.
My love for you.
By Luke Wetzler.
Your love for me is always showing
My love for you is ever growing.
Everyday you love me more
Every day its you that I adore.
Ode to Death, By Luke Francis Wetzler
You always follow in the shadows
swift and silent lurking hunter.
Night and day matter not.
You alone walk the lonely path
Never having friends nor love.
Taking lives as you pass by.
Branded falsely as a murderer,
Yet you hold your head up high.
Black as night or no color at all,
No one knows because you go unseen.
You come and go when least expected.
Swift and silent, or slow and patient
both tactics practiced every day.
You choose our fate, our time and place.
It's your decidion when lifes run its course.
I res;ect you for bearing the burden.
For walking the path and being hated.
Alone forever but never careing
That you dont feel the friendship we crave.
Marching, By Luke Francis Wetzler
Drowning in my sea of sorrow
Never wanting to see tomorrow.
No motivation to go on
Like inspiration i'll soon be gone.
I often wish that I was dead
but i still march on feet of lead.
Marching to an unknown place
where no one judges by one's face.
