Take me back to the days before
to the days long gone
to the days no more

Take me back to my grandma's house
with her sewing kit
and her flower blouse

Take me out by the waterfalls
bring our fishing poles
and our overalls

Send me off to a summer camp
to tell stories by the light
of a kerosene lamp.

Take me back and cure my ache
fill my cracks
and fix the break

Take me back to the days before
to the days long gone
to the days no more

If only I had been

faster


If only I had been

enough


If only you had loved me,
then perhaps I could have loved you,
and then you would have

stayed


If only people were

understanding


If only they had

listened


If only they hadn't broken your trust,
then you could give it to me,
and then you would have

stayed


If only you were still

here


If only I had the guts to tell you

before


If only I had seen what was going on,
then I could have helped,
and then you would have

stayed

sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me.

the kicks and slaps can give me bruises,
but the laughs will never reach me.

now say it back.


glares and stares can break my heart
and the words will make me fall.

the sneers and jeers will push me down
and the laughs will throw up my walls.


no. that's not right. naughty girl.

the only pain is the ****** pain,
there is no pain in the heart.


yes there is, yes there is,
it's been there from the start.

sticks and stones can break my bones
as well as the words they throw.

the kicks and slaps can give be bruises
as well as the secrets the know.


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don't tell your children that crying is wrong
for you are just making it worse.

we've broken our children right to the core
just with an "innocent" verse.

Upon the marble foundation
stood kings of light and dark.
Each towered above their noble men,
each watched from their royal mark.

The queens faced off where they stood,
while the knights mounted their horses.
The bitter players sat on each side
considering their forces.

The bishops were positioned beside the rooks,
the pawns in a line up front.
Up there they would take the attacks,
up there they would take the brunt.

The pieces were arranged in perfect order
the match was about to begin.
The players shook hands, one stone faced
the other with a stretching grin.

The pawns of ivory made their move
while the ebony ones looked on.
And so it went, one piece at a time
until most of them were gone.

There the queens were protecting their kings
before one made a fatal mistake.
With a slash from a knight, the queen was brought down
and it left the king to quiver and quake.

The pieces that were left quickly moved in
and the king was pushed to his knees
His crown fell off and rolled away
to the sounds of his dying pleas.

what a sight it was
to see Death in the field
scrutinizing the daisies and
inspecting springtime's yield.

what a sight it was
to see him stoop down low.
to make a crown of flowers
which then he did bestow.

what a sight it was
to see him hold the hand
of the brightest, kindest, fairest maid
in all this forsaken land.

what a sight it was
to see him lay that crown
upon the hair of gold
so long it brushed the ground.

what a sight it was
to see her smile at him
to see the fairest Locks of Gold
smile at the Reaper Grimm.

crickets chirping, locusts flying
flowers blooming, flowers dying
farmers working in their fields
locusts eating all the yields

crickets singing, locusts swarming
getting worse as the days are warming
chickens feasting on the pests
and we will feast on chicken *******

locust tobacco on my hand
locusts surrounding where I stand
catch the ****** things  in a jar
if i freeze them, then they'll make it far

save them all as winter treats
when we're all out of chicken treats
locusts swarming, locusts flying
flowers blooming, flowers dying

tiptoeing lightly on tiny feet
fidgeting quietly in your seat
snowflakes dancing through the air
imagine them landing in your hair

fingers tapping on your desk
eyeballs darting over your test
snowflakes laughing at your troubles
they laugh so hard your stomach bubbles

pencil markings from pencil tips
erased so hard the paper rips.
snowflakes watching the whole ordeal
while spinning around like wagon wheels

write your name, turn it in
let the outside fun begin
snowflakes dancing through the air
now they're landing in your hair