Every time I found a piece of me
You lost a piece of you

Is'nt it sad when a beautiful soul feels lost?
Because some foolish person thought
It was ok to tread on their heart
Tearing worlds apart
Leaving feelings of dispair
Because they no longer care
With promises of a future gone
Like delicate wings torn
My friend, one day your wings will mend
And into the sky you will accend
Feel the sun on your face
And the beautiful taste
Of love once again

Nobody is worth your tears

Sometimes we need to let go of what may be
Of future hopes and broken dreams
Some things are just not meant to be
Holding on is just unhealthy

Sometimes we need to let go of the love now gone
To accept it is no more and nobody won
Forgetting the past and moving on
The feeling of failure and heart torn

Sometimes we need to let go of hurt and pain
Of things that brought us down with shame
To say goodbye to those who are to blame
And finally start to live again

So the wall around your heart
Is to stop the hurt?
The knots on your forehead
Are warnings to stay away?
The cold around your aura
Is your way of staying afar?

All because you fell in love
Thrown back at you with a shove
Loved with your full body and soul
To be left cold and alone
Shake off your armour of pain
Open your heart to love again

Yesterday has been and gone
And somehow we need to carry on
Stop hiding in the abyss of sorrow
Raise your head and bring on tomorrow
Be proud of who you are
Let someone into your heart

My own body keeps its secrets hidden; even from myself when I refuse to listen.

It screams and screams for attention and when I refuse to hear; it numbs itself in alignment with my wishes.

My body can dictate how much of life I wish to experience — how much I seek to feel. Whether it be dull or feeling.

When I refuse to feel, it closes like the gates of a prison. Inside, I feel numb to any vestiges of emotion; lacking life and freedom.

My body is an imprint of either acceptance or resistance, of condemnation or allowance, of love and care or distrust.

The body is a mirror; blame it not for sadness, anger, worry, nor a self reflected -- False or Aesthetic.