Those ruffling sheets
Those unheard screams
Haunting my memories
Haunting my dreams.

Yes..helpless I was
A little doll in someone's hands
He played with me all the time
Tied me with ropes and bands.

For years and years
I kept my mouth shut
No one should know
Shh shh no matter what.

Years passed
And then I broke free
Revealed to someone
The secret of me.

I had someone
By my side
Oh I could stand stroms
And I never cried.

Then he came again
The game once more begun
But the one I'd take a bullet for
Was standing behind the gun.

So now I stand here
And get shot everyday
A liquid oozes from me
But it's grey.

Why should you limit yourself to being just pretty?
Don't be just pretty.

Be a storm, beautiful, dark, intelligence flashing across your eyes like lightning and a voice as loud as thunder. Be a storm and never be silent.

Be a forest, rooted, wise, strong and unmovable in the force of opposition and yet a dancer in the wind. Be a forest, and loyal to your land.

Be the ocean, glittering, mysterious, captivating thousands of hearts and countless lives in your allure. Be the ocean, and be ruthless.

Be nature. I guarantee nothing will get you farther.

Crazy is who I am.
I love with a passion & I fell for you.
So call me crazy for wanting to be there.
Call me crazy for loving you.
The truth is that I do.
I don't deny it anymore.
I don't want to hold back.
I love you & that's all there is to it.
I'm not a fighter but I fight for what I love.
You break my heart.
I give you space.
You run back to me.
I love you still.
I always will.