I'm searching every single place
turn every corner and hope to see your face
been trying to find you, but I just don't know
so where do the broken hearts go
they say they know how I feel
and somehow its my fault that it was my heart you chose to steal
you tore me apart but I kept my mouth shut
my only weakness is that I care too much
it hurts to see you smile when I'm in pain
but everyone else just thinks I'm insane
when you ask I'll always say I'm fine
yet secretly I wish you were still mine
I'm forced to see you almost everyday
I watch you as you walk away
I wish you would hold me like you used to
I wish you cared as much as I do
finally came out of my shell
now the price I pay is pure hell
so now my heart is finally dead
all because you got into my head
and though I don't let it show
I'm dying really slow
you stole my heart
then you ripped it apart
I look down and watch the blood flow
I finally know where the broken hearts go

When I die,
write me a lullaby.
Sing me to sleep,
with a breathtaking melody.

When I am ready to fly,
let me go and do not cry.
Just let me flutter my wings to the beat
of your awe-inspiring harmony.

So, when I die,
please write me a lullaby.
Play it aloud, gently,
then everyone will have known the sound of me.

"Be careful who you call a King"**

All the romantic girls want a 'knight in shining armour'
All princesses want some noble king to sweep them off their feet
All the bad girls want a rebel who's mean with lots of green
Well... I'm all three

I want the joker
Who can outwit the knight in a fight with only his words
Who can make the king laugh with accents and gestures so absurd
Who can cause the rebel to cry and fly away like a scared little bird
I want the joker

I'm a poet
I need the joker to take away the sadness in the words I write
I need the joker to willingly fight for me with his own life
I need the joker to stand tall and proud, yet admit when he's not right
I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly and with all his might
I'm a poet

Knights are overrated
Kings are old and outdated
Rebels are deathly fated

Jokers are an eternity
Cause laughter can surely never die
Jokers are everything
Cause my heart will surely never cry

The past cuts away like a scene in a film or a play to
a place that did not exist,
only memories persist and
they are all cloaked in a halcyon mist.

If you kiss a frog you'll get warts,
there are no Princes
only
long lonely walks on a long lonely shore
alone with your thoughts and
why would you want more?

I have now reached the stage, where I've
forgotten more than I know
and what does that show?
It shows me that there's more to see
more to get through,new
bridges to cross,
old bridges? no loss,
I file them away.

In a way the past passes by me every day
and I am glad when it goes,
knowing
the show carries on.

i can write a book on
how much i hate still loving her,
every chapter
dedicated to paradoxical disdain
or paint a picture
of the void she left
using
the obscene colors of my pain

i can sing forever
about the time we lost
to the tune
of the games we played
or i could just get over her
but i cant
forgive
forget
or explain

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be,i say if this should be—
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands