Lying in a meadow,
Hiding in the grass.
Staring at the stars,
But a thought distracts me.
All I think about is you, and
The way you make me feel.

I love the way you smile,
I love the way you laugh,
I love the way your eyes glitter,
When you are standing in the light.

I love the way you we talk for hours,
I love the way you listen.
I love the way we stay on the phone for hours,
But say nothing at all.

I love the way you tease me.
I love the way you say hello,
No matter where I am.

So next time when I am lying in a meadow,
And I'm hiding in the grass.
When I'm staring at the stars,
You will be beside me.

She told her child she hated him and she wished he was never born.
   She didn't even seem to care that child's heart was torn.
She blamed her child for all of her heart ache and pain.

Did she realize emotional abuse, can drive a child insane.
She said her child was the reason she never achieved her dreams.

Those words hurt her child more, than to her they may have seemed
All her child wanted was her love and her affection.
But all he ever got was his mothers constant rejection.
Feeling like a lost child with no one to love.

He prayed to be taken away to the heavens above.
Not knowing why he just wasn't good enough.
Why when he needed gentleness he was treated so rough.

Wondering why his existence caused his mother so much pain.
Longing for his mother's love, he probably would never gain.
Wanting his mother to tell him, he was a blessing.
That he was not the reason for his mother's stressing.

What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are.

When she cries, its quiet, tear-less, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.

Being decent is the only thing that matters in a terrible world like this.