When I was younger
I liked to spin and spin
I would get dizzy and fall
and I would laugh
because things were good
and life was kind
When I was a little older
I liked to follow my brother around
I would get tired and fall
because no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't keep up
but things were good
and life was kind
The day I became a teenager
I began to internalize
and I would get dizzy and fall
because I was different
things were not good
but life was still kind
When I was a little older
I made peace with my struggles
I got light headed and cried
God made me different
but things were good
and life was kind
When I became an adult
I met my first love
We would kiss and I would fall
because I knew he would catch me
things were very good
and life was kind
When I was a little older
I made too many mistakes
I was so sorry but I didn't fall
because I had ruined his life
and mine
and there's nothing to be done
things got really bad
and life was not kind
Now the days go by
but things are different now
and when I think about it all
I get dizzy and I do fall
because not a day goes by
that I don't think of you
and how sorry I am
for the idiot I was
but life goes on
there's not too much I can do
the little that could
was done
and we've moved on
The day I'm a little older
I'm sure I will see you that day
and I will probably get dizzy and fall
but I hope enough time has passed
where we are able to smile
because things are good
and life is once again kind
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
There are those secrets we choose to pass on.
We call them secrets, but they really are not.
We want those to hear it, we want the attention,
Because it makes us important, just for a second.
But then there are secrets that we fear to hold on.
We keep them at bay, praying to god that they go.
We want to be normal, we want to forget,
Because it's killing us slowly, our lungs drowning in thought.
With clammy hands and a dry mouth,
We clear our throat, it is time to come out.
We don't want the attention, but we can no longer breathe.
"I have something to tell you," and that's the last thing you hear.
In the silence that follows, our hearts stop beating in time.
It's all over your face, you are no longer mine.
Just my secret and I, we can't even cry.
We've lost you, you're gone, at least there's nothing to hide.
The questions we ask are only knives to our heart.
We just told you and you're scared, but can this change over time?
Putting syntax aside, We is no longer just I,
Can you please forgive me? Mi amor soy yo, and I am more than my past.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
My opinion maters
Because I choose to make it so.
I may be just one human being
On this planet
Therefore only getting a small pull,
But **** me straight to hell
If I ever pass on the opportunity
To stand up for what I believe.
And I believe I've had enough.
I believe I can make tomorrow
A better day
For you.
I believe in the influence of power
And the power of one.
My opinion maters
because I choose to make it so.
What do you believe?
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC