Hold me close,
Then kiss my hair,
And just remind me,
There are those who care.
Don't Stop Believing When I was little, I thought anything was possible. I’d watch a movie and try to do everything the characters did in the movie. I watched Peter Pan once and jumped from the roof of our playhouse thinking that if I believed hard enough, I could fly. Of course, I ended up with a bad bump on my head and scraped arms and knees but instead of giving into reality, I searched for pixie dust to help me fly.I was that kid that stayed up late on Christmas Eve, waiting with a trap by the stairs around the corner from the tree for Santa to show up (we didn’t have a fireplace in our house then). I’d always fall asleep before he came and the trap had gone off and Santa had foiled my plot by escaping...again. That didn’t stop me from trying with an ‘improved’ trap next year (with cookies as bait).My parents always shook their heads at my antics, neighbors joked of my vivid imagination. As I grew older, I started being told how flying was impossible without being
NoNo you can’t do that!No you can’t have that!No we can’t afford that!No that’s not healthy for you!No you can’t stay up that late!No you need to loose at least five more pounds!No that college won’t accept your lazy self!No that’s not perfect!No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!No you can’t make a living from writing!No you can’t do what you dream!No, no, no, no, NO!I’m so tired of ‘No’!Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.Yes you can be the perfect person I want.Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.Is that what it w
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
Don't Break Me, PleaseDon’t break me, Please.I’ve only just put this heart, This shattered organ, Back together.I’m scared, Scared to fall once more And scared to feel again.You’ve been making me smile, Making a fluttering in my chest, And it scares me so much.I’m not sure I’ll find the pieces, If it happens again.So please,Please, Don’t break me.
WatchingI watch the world go byThrough sad blue eyesWondering whenIt all will end.
The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
The StepTake a step,One at aTime.Step forward into,The unknown.It's okay,If you're afraid.Because I amToo.
Not That GirlI’m not that girl,The one you see sitting in the back,Listening intently as the teacher rambles on.I’m not that girl,That is already done with homework,Five minutes after getting the assignment.I’m not that girl,That flaunts her 100 on a test,By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers.I’m not that girl,That has a perfect life,And everything is going perfectly for her.That’s not me.I’m that girl,That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides,In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears.I’m that girl,That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment when her teacher comments,On her high score she didn't even study for.I’m that girl,Finishing her homework while hoping,The bell doesn’t ring for the class it’s due for to begin.I’m that girl,That’s mind is on anything else,But the lesson on probability.I’m that girl,You’ll never get to know,Cause you ju
SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
Pure WhitePure White Never Gets Dirty.
It Can't Rain All The TimeIt Can't Rain All The Time,but it's raining now.
OverRiddenA moment of real passion overrides human existence.There is no past, no end.
MemoryI Remember Her With A Storm on Her Eyes.
You are lucky, she doesn't love youThe door was openand I listened what he said to him:"It has come to my attentionthat you love one of our girls.My dear, you can't love these girls!You should only come, pay, have funand this is it!You have gone too far!!!!You are lucky, she doesn't love you,so you can go."
The hand on my katanathe hand on my katanathe sad lookthe heart rippedI have to take thy lifethou hast betrayed the clanthe punishment for thy foul is deathwe were friendsNow thy head rolls on the floor
Alcohol, smoke and your perfumeI was standing and watching, among others,not on the front,as I learned my lesson from you; I'm weak.There a was a girl, challenging...Not for a moment I hesitated, just a few stepsand I took her dress off.She didn't get angry, but surprised...and maybe a little sad.You see I destroyed her magic in just a few seconds.After a few minutes, dressed, she was staring at me.She knew I was in love with a girl like her,but not her.Back to my four walls, alone in my bedroom,I close my eyes, a deep breathand I smell those nights,alcohol, smoke and your perfume.
Truth of the crazyFor a crazy person we are the crazy,because truth is a matter of intention.
War and LoveThey say hate and loveare the two sides of the same coin.But, No! It's not!!!The two sides of the coin they mean areWar & Love.And if you ask me War it's a guaranty.Love can be too boring.
My NightingalesMy NightingalesI Send You Nightingalesto sing you my love,but they return crying.
AlarmI had an alarm on my heart,but this love was too silent.
It's not the endI have months to see him.He's disappeared.But this is not the end,It's not good,neither it's sad.
Training?Training Is For Dogs,Human Needs Teaching.
Common Enemy???Common Enemy???No, There Is No Common Enemy!!!Now: Half of us is the system.Next Moment: Half of us is the system. but not the same half.Eternal Common King: Gold Or Hunger.
Truth Can't Be RudeTruth Can't Be Rude, Except If You're Blind.
MordredBound to ride to CamelotMordred is my name,Not for me, no Avalon,this war, my future fameThis queen of sin I can't forgive,Arthur shouldn't too,He's a king, he's not a man,it's my turn to rule!Bound to ride to CamelotMordred is my name,Who can doubt my royal blood?Kill the the queen of shame!!!
Versus The WorldVersus The WorldThere Is No Chance Of Victory,Glory Is Another Thing.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.