Quivering lip under my teeth, wide eyed I stared into the blank. It lured me a moment earlier now it just disappeared. So I peeked into my subconscious unbounded by the passing time Waiting to be struck by that perfect rhyme.
When I pronounce my fears or when I shed silent tears? When I float in my passion or when I calaculate my every action? When I naysay to unease or when I offer my every piece? When I dance like no one's there or when I be conscious of my way? When I'm that benevolent fighter or when I'm the aloof spectator? So tell me, when am I my better version? When would you think of me as a better version?
but him. The one, sealed in whose lips my answers lies with serenity filled cohl lined eyes discerned by the devout sign crowned with white araqchin Loyalty his demeanor Words so splendidly clear clouds vanish my mind's under.
She is weird they say But little they are aware she is just anyone wrapped in the weirdness she wear.
She is a nerd they say But little they know It is a way to escape her life's woe.
She is the girl once, they say with a goofy grin. But now they wonder where is the goofy girl? And so she say.
'Oh you, I'm here. Scarred and scared more of the demons that come tapping at my heart's door. Demons entreating to enter my soul Demons if I embrace will render my existence easier. But I refuse to surrender. Instead I choose the hard way, the right way to go. For even in the darkest night will flicker a little star of hope is the vow.'