You say we'll be together forever,
That you will never leave.
I trust you,
With ever little piece of me.
My heart has never been broken,
Cracked perhaps, but still together.
I feel safe with you,
I feel perfect when we're together.
Sometimes though, I lie in bed
and allow my mind to wander.
It goes to dark places, and I think of life without you.
Those thoughts alone, make my heart gasp and flounder.
You're my world, and I love you so.
Everyday, I fall a little more.
For your smile, your laugh, your voice, and you as a whole.
Everything about you makes me smile.
You're kind, you're gentle, protective and sweet.
All I could ever want.
I'm so lucky to have you,
You're perfect to me,
I'm your Sarahbear,
And I always will be
I love you
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Last night I sat awake in bed
thinking of the stars.
Of the world so big, and I
so small.
A tear or two escaped my eyes;
I realized how little I was.
How evil the world really was.
Homocides, murders, cruelty, war
Hate, and fear, and uncertancy
How can I survive, if I'm only little me..?
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
We grew up learning that butterflies were harmless,
That we should fear the bees.
But if you look at it a different way,
We ourselves are the butterflies-
So beautiful, but unable to see.
And the bees gliding lazily through the air
Won't sting unless displeased.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
One man's heaven, is another man's hell
Some see a pond, others: A wishing well
One person loves to dance in the rain
Another hides inside, feeling nothing but pain
One sees food as fuel
another, a jumbled mass of harmful calories
One sees a razor as only a shaving tool
another, a way to ease the pain
One sees life as a beautiful
another, nothing but sadness
One sees the other as weak
another sees the other as someone they wish they were.
It's all about perspective
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
Rain red as crimson, falls from your veins again
Why must you let yourself give in?
Let the voices take over,
Making you lower your head-
and raise the blade.
Then coming to me,
Wearing a fake, plastic smile.
Saying you're fine..
When I know it's a lie-
And there's nothing I can do.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC