I wonder if the sea ever feels like crying,
as It keeps trying and trying,
But all the sand does is keep drying.

The light washes the stars to bay,
As your words,
Take my guilt away.

I lay and sway,
Hoping that one day,
It’ll be okay.

Within the raging flames
And restless shame,
I struggle.
just the same.

If I could ask for one thing
It would be a moment.
A time where it was simple.

Not a thought,
Only a feeling.

Not a memory ,
Only the present.

I wish I could stay there.

But it seems In life we are born to die,
And in-between we figure out why.

Abused and bruised.
Confused and used.
You apologize,
I believe.
And you’re so simply excused.

My inside cries,
As the rest of me dies.

I turn to the sky,
Knowing its wise,
Waiting for an answer till sunrise.

I turn to the ocean likewise,
waiting for a hint that lies,
in the way the waves harmonize.

Seamless fields
Fading Into the horizon.
So seemingly mesmerizing

I have so much inside,
But no way to pour it out.

Oh, when the dawn is nearing,
And the voices of the night,
Are disappearing.
And,
The stillness of the night,
disrupted by,
The seeping daylight.

If I were to die,
Would the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder.
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger.
Will the world care?
And forget laughter,
Or will it all be just another,
thereafter.
  
I water the seeds of sorrow,
with my tears.
Flooding the soils,
With all my fears.

Your promise daunts me…
When the dark comes creeping
And the night feels strong
When the stars can’t guide you
I will come along.

Well I don’t think I belong,
and living seems so wrong.

If only you knew,
I m still waiting for you.
I look to,
the vast blue,
Beyond me.
Such a beautiful view,
The ocean.

Cold sweats and shaky hands
Dented walls and fake friends.
making amends, yet
forgetting all the dead ends.

Don’t say you care,
I’ll ask you to show me where.

Oh, it has become so rare,
To find both the fair,
Or those who can spare,
Just some time.

My opinions or my *****
Either way,
no one wants it.

Kept my walls up,
and my doors closed
I've never been the type of person who shows.
That's my fault I suppose.
But,
I'm tired of being quiet.

The depth of the ocean,
Kept hostage,
full of ****** up emotion.
But like all tears,
They ripple to bay,
at the end of every day.

With the green grass
Soft against my cheek.
A piece of glass,
and I suddenly feel weak.

With shooting stars
Soaring in the night sky,
I sigh and ask myself, why.
Do I really want to die?

it's best we hold ourselves alone,
Be your own backbone.

I thanked the voice inside my head,
For all the wise words said.

I left all my dreads dead,
in that empty park shed.

And now I must only,
look ahead.