Her happiness and sadness
Were altogether fleeting
She found solace in writing

One whom is sad
Cannot write about happiness
One whom is happy
Cannot write about sadness

Wandering somewhere
in the moments between
She wrote her best poems

As the sun sinks under the horizon 
My mind still remains hidden in
yesterday 
Scattered pieces of my thoughts 
Lay in disarray
so far away
And I stand, I stand here in memory 
In memory of you 

From the first day 
That I saw your eyes
To the last day where 
I found you dying 
Underneath perpetual 
Lies
I still wonder to this day
If I could have it any other way 

Saturdays sin is washed away
By Sundays grace
Yet I can still feel your skin
I can still see your face 
No matter how hard I try
My heart burdens me with 
The memories of you 
The memories of you

You shouldn't have to apologize for being yourself