A memory is under rated
What felt so right at one point in time
Now just minutes or a glimpse of what might have been

It’s like a dream that your mind created
A scene from a movie
That keeps playing in your mind

I have to pinch myself now to keep that memory alive
No longer real or present
Just a scene
To be forgotten

A memory that will soon be erased
It didn’t happen
It was all make believe

Lions don’t lose sleep
Over the opinions of sheep
They uttered pure nonsense
Which was all hearsay

She raised her head
As she strode away
Those words couldn’t affect her
Maybe once they could
She knew who she was
She was misunderstood

It made her laugh and
Feel a gloating down below
How little did they know
She didn’t need to show

Prove anything to the masses like it was
Life or death
She knew her worth
She could look herself in the mirror
Come so far
Though you wouldn’t believe
Your out there in the fields
With the sheep that clearly lead
It isn’t your fault you’ve clearly been misled

Her roar like the sound of a thousand wolves
Set free from the leashes
Bolting through the woods
Those wolves don’t hunt sheep
They have better things to do
Her fierceness and bravery
Nothing to prove to you
Her head rested soundly on her pillow
Another day is done
Her voice is silent
The full moon has begun

Rose coloured glasses
Her outfit of choice
Designed by the experiences of her past

Seeing what she wanted to see
A little niave
An open book
For anyone to read

Her heart balanced on her shoulder
Though it weighed her down at times
A brain that rushed around with thoughts
Many she couldn’t explain

Often misunderstood
The glasses deceived her
When she finally took them off
It all made sense
The glasses were misleading
It wasn’t that intense

She is now aware
And her sight is now clear
Her heart and head work as one
No one can interfere

Four Walls

I sat between 4 walls
With nothing but the sound of my own thoughts
Some I really don’t want to think about
Others I embrace


The pure ness of who You are
A true friend in a time of sorrow
I bared my true self to you
What is left to follow

Those walls are very dangerous
I feel like they could swallow me whole
You probably wouldn’t realise
I would just become another lost soul

Trapped in the white and stark stale place
Never would I be with you
Lost without a trace

Come back they said
It’s not too late
I’m sorry my friend the walls are my fate