I don't talk I write
because I'm afraid to fight
not fighting as in 1 on 1
I think thats really fun
I mean fight the tears
fight the growing fears
fight who i don't want to be
fight the weaker and scared me
I write all down
to keep away the frown
i don't think I'll ever change
but i don't think its strange
i don't dare go near the hurtle my path
for fear of its crippling wrath
I'll just stay in my buble and hide
I think it's safe and cozy inside

Why did you seek me out?
I'm not falling for it
I don't think you're serious
You're here now
But you'll leave
Everyone does
No one ever stays
You may want to be with me now
Be you'll get tired of me
No matter how much I try
Or how much you say you won't
You will
I'm not beautiful on the outside
Or even on the inside
I'm ugly and stained
I'll never make you happy
I'll never be your missing piece
So before you and I get hurt
I'll shut that door
I'll push you away
I'll give all I've got
If you stay long enough
I might get tired of pushing
And you can push open that door
And take your place in my heart
It's a long shot
But if you're willing to take it
I'll give you the chance
Just thought I'd let you know
I'm kinda rooting for you to push for me

Day after day
We miss it
We walk right pasted
Never igknowlaging it
Not sparing it one glance
It's all around us
Yet we never see it
What is it?
What do we ignore?
The world
That is what we miss
We over look it
Take it for granted
Almost everyday
We don't take the time
To smell the flowers
Bask in the sun
Watch the sun rise or set
Hear the twittering of nature
We are too busy
We have places to go
And people to see
We have emails to check
And statuses to update
We are so involved
In ourselves
Our schedules
Our places to go
And our people to see
Not only do we look over nature
We also neglect our fellow man
We see them everywhere
But we don't notice them
We walk right pasted each other
Not even giving a second's look
We all live on the same planet
The same earth supports us all
Yet we don't see it
We don't see the world around us
We ignore it
We don't see the people around us
We over look them
My original question was going to be
"Can you see it?"
But I think
"Will you see it?"
Is a better question
We all CAN see it
But WILL we?
I take time
Everyday
To just look
Look at the world
That I live in
That I've grown in
I take time
Just to see what
And sometimes who
Is around me
So I ask again
For the very last time
I want you to think
Will you see it?

There's no chance
No way
That could make me
Want to stay

It hurts too much
The pain's so bad
There's nothing happy
It's only sad

I wish it was different
I wish it was not true
My heart bleeds
For love of you

I wish I could take back
All that we said
I wish I could wash it
Right out of my head

There's only you in my heart
Only you in my head
But you only see her
I wish you would see me instead

There's so much I wish
So much that will never come true
There's all these "if only"s
About me and you

Wishing only hurts
It only causes pain
The fantasies
Will drive you insane

There's no use wishing
None at all
They only bulid you up
To watch you fall

They make you see
What you want the most
Then take it away
Leaving only their ghost

Wishing does nothing but hurt
So please don't start
Unless you're ready
For them to break your heart

Why does it feel like when you sign a yearbook
You're admitting that you might never
See it's owner again after you part?
It feels as if you're goodbye
Rather than see ya next time
It almost feels like for every word written
There is a tear to match it
As you pour your feelings
And memories onto the page
You are silently whispering
Possibly the last words they'll ever hear from you
The yearbook stands as your final goodbye
Even if its not the very last moment you see them
It stands as something they can show their kids when messing about old times
That can look back upon in old age
That can reminisce with when lonely
And say
These are the people I knew
These are the people said goodbye to all that time ago
The yearbook is a symbol ending
That is to be celebrated as well as mourned

I love him!
There!
I said it!
He doesn't know
Or at least I don't think he knows
He might know
Oh I hope he doesn't know
I don't want him to know
Because he can't
It's a secret
I love him
But I don't think he loves me
I mean how could he love me
He doesn't love me
He wouldn't, right?
You won't tell anyone, right?
Especially not him, right?
I love him
It feels so good to say it
I love him
I love him!
I love him!!
I love the way it feels to tell someone
I tell almost anyone
No him of course
He's my friend
He can't know
Shouldn't know
Couldn't know
Won't know
Not until I tell him
Which I might
ONE day
Just...not TOday
I mean he might not love me
Then what'll I do?
He might want to stay friends
That would be awkward
Oh very awkward indeed
I love him
I love him!
You won't tell him, right?
You can't tell him
Oh please don't
I'd be crushed
Just crushed
If you told him
Then he'd know
He can't know
Not now
It's too frightening to even think
That'd he know
I couldn't bare it if you told him
Oh I'd die
Just die I tell you!
I can trust you, right?
You can keep a secret, can't cha?

Ahh to be young
To think love has opened its lithe arms
When it has only given a blithe smile
We think love as something to obtain
Not as the ethereal feeling its known to be
Ahh to be young
To have that puppy love
That feeling that love is our life
Having our world be controlled by our hearts
Feeling like nothing could go wrong
Ahh to be young
To think we have dove deep into that which we call love
When we have yet to truly even get our feet wet
To have but a taste of what we believe to be real love
Yet only to have had touched upon the superficial young love