If I ran a hundred miles, would I catch you?
I don't know.
All I can conclude now,
Is that I'm free to go.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
It takes time for a heart to heal,
For the pain to subside,
To let go of fear,
That bleeds on the inside.
How will we know,
What we can achieve,
If we're over thinking the past,
If we don't believe.
It might be a struggle,
Just to get through the day,
But in only a matter of time,
We will realize we're okay.
It takes strength and bravery to let go,
Of the pain we feel,
Because in only a matter of time,
A heart will heal.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
It was my father who left me,
To discover a place of his own.
Lonely and disheartened I felt,
For a place called, "unknown."
Baffled was I,
As to why he suddenly left me,
I trembled alone in fear,
Was I a goner soon to be?
Where have my hopes gone?
Withered away to stone,
Leaving nothing but the past,
For a place called, "unknown."
Why do I feel resentment,
My father had a horrifying tone,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called "unknown."
My heart beats like thunder,
As I shiver to the bone,
My father ruined me,
For a place called, "unknown."
Where will I go fro here?
To much my father had shown,
Had left me heartbroken,
For a place called, "unknown"
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
If given the chance, would you erase the past?
Or simply move forward like every second was your last.
Would you ponder your thoughts or sleep your life away?
Would you crawl under a rock day after day?
Would you open up your heart to the one you truly love?
Or lock up your feelings and give fate a shove.
Would you reach the farthest you could reach or fall down with regret?
Would you ever define yourself as self-actualized or suffer from anxiety, lonesome and much fret.
Would you accept you are or watch others grow?
Would you discover happiness or remain too shy; not bold.
Would you keep your head up high when you're feeling down?
Or isolate yourself from all around?
Would you follow your heart or only use your head?
Would you let true talent go to waste and feel as if it's dead?
Would you drink your sorrows away or face reality?
Would you fight until satisfied or suffer brutality?
Would you speak your mind or let others exploit you?
Would you live life to its fullest or become withered; black and blue?
Would you cry when you needed to?
Or have a large lump in your throat,
Would you express your emotions as your personal anecdote?
Would you always think positive or have a negative mind?
Would you make the most of your life or have the beauty yet to find?
Would you help those in need or just hope and pray?
Would you make an impact in their lives?
Or assume they'll be okay.
So if given the chance, would you begin your life anew?
Or contemplate all the memories,
After all you've gone through?
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
I could never imagine it was me,
Who fell upon the guilty; who was treated horribly.
Though I couldn't bear it deep inside,
I couldn't bear to lose my pride.
That's when I seemed the most oblivious to it all,
A boy who let me burn, crash, and fall.
But it wasn't him who hurt me so,
It was me who couldn't let go.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC