i am just a fifteen year old who likes to let her mind run loose somewhere other than home.
you swear to yourself you’ll never get to that point again, or feel that feeling… but it always happens doesn’t it? it’s inevitable. what brought you joy ended with pain, but you go back to it because the sunshine made you feel more, than the darkness ever could.
where's the emotion, not a shred left in sight
crying but for no reason why
to feel you have not lived a day in your life
only time will tell when they both beat in rhythm again
given so many chances to mend the cracks
the cold wall between us understanding and holding on
must be broken down by the one who is blinded
the sorrow of the past is remembered and can wreck whats ahead
so take back what you can and make amends
don't rely on tomorrow because your heart may be still
one can only love if that someone let's them love themselves
don't wait too long
because time will only tell when our hearts both beat the same
sometimes we're blinded and we can't seem to find our way
the time passes quickly as you grab hold of what you can to make your path
if you finally grab onto something that leads you to the light
and once you see that light i advise you to never let go of what lead you there
if you're blinded by that light, don't be daft and act different
just close your eyes and let it flow
otherwise you will lose the very soul that lead you to the end of the tunnel
tonight the streetlights shall guide my way
as i scramble up and out of the lonely street
there's a man walking vigourously behind me
it occurs to me i should pick up my feet
he starts to get faster picking up pace
i swipe the twigs and leaves infront of my chin
all of a sudden it seems it's errupted into a race
and i was so set on never letting that man win
i hid in a bush and waited for him to pass by
as he asked another member of the public a question
he said 'have you seen a girl with chestnut hair about this high?'
as he added on more with a humble expression
"she dropped her bow on the ground infront of my feet
i wouldn't want her to lose something that makes her eyes so bright"
they replied "i'm really sorry i haven't, but that is very sweet"
he replied a simple, 'thankyou anyway and that is quite alright'
i emerged from the bush, he turned around with me at his glance
he held out his hand and smiled gently to give me the bow
he said ' i would have given you this earlier but you didn't give me the chance'
i said "thankyou, i am greatful more than you will ever know"
he stood there for a while and then said "well i guess i'll be on my way"
as he walked off i noticed he dropped a piece of paper from his sleeve
i picked it up off the ground and held it in my hand
i was running after him faster than you could ever believe
trying to think when you can't think is hard
because if i could think i think
i would think
it wouldn't do me too much good.
how can we breathe so easily
if we're smothered by our souls
being changed by unfamiliar souces
who make up the leading roles
why do we have a queen?
if she is just as equal as us?
why can she eat so much caviar?
why doesn't she take the bus?
why are we stuck in this routine
of working for others wealth
to make a rich man richer
and starve us of our health
they tell us what to eat
what to look like
what to wear
they're the cause of insecurities
but now you know they'll never care
a heart may be heavy
but it's not always air that keeps you afloat...
when a heart has cracks in it, all you can do is pour the love out and give it to people in handfuls.
i always have the choice to pick up that picture frame, but i'm concerned it might shatter in my hands, only because i always seem to have quite a strong grip when ever i'm holding that picture of you. I don't know why, i can think all i like but my heart has a mind of its own, unfortunately one which i cannot control. she's staring at me hiding behind a cup of tea presenting that wholesome smile, holding it close to her chest to compare the warmth we share. I think she knows nothing compares and tries to hide her smile behind the cup, but she can't, you can still see the brightness reflecting from her eyes.
he can see me hiding behind my cup but i can't help myself but stare at him through the steam coming off my tea, he made it for me and as soon as that came to mind, my smile advanced. I can see straight through his little smile, he's trying not to smile, but his mouth isn't agreeing with him. Whenever he makes me a warm drink it makes me sleep vaguely sound. I don't need to dream when i'm sitting with my tea, and trying to connect minds with him.
this house is faded, the paint is stripping off with powdered colours on the chair and parts of the walls. Whenever she steps inside the house loves her, and blossoms with her. I think i might have the same mind as the house, i'm proud of my house even prouder than before. What an admireable house, it must comprehend her presence.
this house must take good care off him, it's beautiful. Itself and everything inside including him is amazing. i just finished my tea, i feel relaxed and comfortable and i put it down on the table gently.
she looks sleepy, i can't wait to hug her i don't need a blanket to be warm, i just need these moments, this house and most importantly her the one i adore. I think i am going to pick her up and carry her to the bed we share our dreams in.
he's picks me up so gently as if that if he would drop me the world would be at it's end, i feel so cared for. As i lay my head against his chest as he starts to walk to the bed. he puts me down with my head fitted precisely right to the pillow, i feel so calm.
i can see the blankets are aside, wow she's amazing, how can one person have this effect. I pull the blankets over her and she grasps my hand and holds it against her chest. i sit on the otherside and wrap my arms around her, i don't need any blanket. i think i'll just rest my head on her shoulder and shut my eyes...
if i knew where i was going knowing i'd be proud
i would walk for hours...
i would walk for days...
i would walk for weeks...
i could walk for years...
if only i knew where i was going.
dark and listless, striding through this black dark Forrest with only a speck
of sentimental white light, staring directly through me.
many generations have passed and have been buried in the ground underneath my feet.
26 years ago the trees began to grow, and now all they seep is blood that once ran through the
veins of the society that planted them to blossom.
the sky above us turning greyer as we cease to amaze the rainfall that covers us,
sparking up the senseless ways turning your common stance into a refferendum,
they judge us once again, bring down the pain that you've inflicted on ourselves.
broken and defenseless you watch the crowd flush upon you and what you stand for.
had of been taken gracefully to pieces you'd get back up and brush away the midst
of the society that you were once apart of and everyone you cared about could survive,
but you got shred to pieces of insecurity and weakness and left to toil for yourself
now that you have left that sky that was once grey is now black because you never fixed the fault...
that you had once called your life.
little village on the moon, where all the inhabitants have glowing skin
the only ones with a pure soul are the only ones that are allowed within
they all hold eachother with tears, streaming down one anothers face
if you want to be able to stay you must persevere a state of grace
the creatures that dwell in this village do not do their beings wrong
if you wish to live their their lives you must live by their simple song
everyone is equal, a great being maintains at their best
a greater feeling inside your heart, is doing something for the rest...
if corruption should occur, with no innocence to be in sight
be the change you wish to see in the world, and at last make things right
if you find that one person, that's amazing you will know
that you can be like the village on the moon, so just never let them go.
i slept in the bed you normally sleep in
in the flat
because it reminded me of you and me.
i finally could sleep.
if home is where the heart is, there is no place like home.
but if your heart is broken...then there is no place to go.
i'll still find myself, but i will still continue to try and find the people to find myself with.
I would leave the tap running out of sheer malevolence...