3:30 am, I hear a cry,
My sisters had a bad dream.
I can't help but wonder why.
Yes, it was a nightmare
But not of the dream sort,
This one was reality,
Though I wish it were not.
Another young life taken away,
The sadness fills my heart,
Such a waste of someone's life,
A family torn apart.
4:47 we sit together,
Looking at the light
Of a house that's lost a son, a brother
On this awful night.
The town once more faces tragedy,
But it's strength will never cease,
We'll stick together to get through it all,
Jordan, rest in peace.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
crying
at 1:06 am
because the one i love
is not being himself
and acting odd
crying
at 1:07 am
because the one i love
did not say
i hope your dreams
are as beautiful as you
crying
at 1:08 am
because i sometimes fear
that i am not enough
for the one i love
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
when i grow up
i do not want to live in a big house
i do not want to be rich
i do not want to be famous
when i grow up
i want nothing more
than to be happy
and with the one i love
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
to love
to love someone
with all your heart
is an extraordinary thing,
to give them everything
and expect nothing
but their love in return.
but to love
to love someone
who does not love you in return
is far more extraordinary.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
each night
i go to bed alone
but talking to you
makes me feel less lonely
and when i get sleepy
and you say goodnight
i put the phone down
and i am overcome with fear.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC