You don’t realize how fast three years go by till you’ve wasted it.
You don’t realize the angel in the sky till you’ve disgraced it.
You don’t realize how much they lie till you’ve trusted it.
You don’t realize why till you’ve allowed it.
But with the bad comes good.
You realize you feel ways you never thought you would.
Because,
You don’t realize all the love you have inside till you’ve accessed it.
You don’t realize your pride till you’ve applied it.
You don’t realize your satisfied till you’ve verified it.
And you don’t realize your stride till you’ve fortified it.
You don’t always realize the best in your reflection.
There is more to you than your imperfection.

Nothing good in my life is worth it without you.
All these feelings, I know you don’t feel too.
Thoughts aside, eyes wide, these feelings are eating me up inside.
And I can’t swim against the tide.
Ten million stars across the sky.
But you are the one that caught my eye.
Such an ancient love we had.
But we couldn’t seem to get through the bad.
Everyday I see all that I lost.
And it wasn’t even worth the cost.

A snow covered flower on a late winters eve.
Barely able to stretch out of the snow.
This flower perceives you leave and starts to grieve.
The flower flourishes and starts to grow in this snowy white meadow.

Years pass, seasons rearrange as everything starts to change.
It’s not a simple as day and night, because the earth is dying without a fight.
Everything begins to feel so strange.

Days begin to fluctuate as the earths state isn’t that great.
This affliction is leading straight towards our eviction.
We all hesitate as we await our fate.
This is the depiction of our final conviction.

But as it stands in the snow.
That one flower continues to grow

sitting here, breathless, blinded, feeling the darkness set in, feeling the cold touch my skin.
is this truely how I go? lost in coldness as it snows.
you may not understand, you may not see, but this is the worst ive ever been.
I cant even recognize my reflection in the shadows.

time has jaded me, hated me, sat by and watched everyone take advantage of me.
its time to take a stand, that is the plan, but right now I dont know if I even can.
this won't bring me down, this won't **** me, of that I can garuntee.
I have to fight and take back my life because im stronger than I was as a young man.

Im tired of the lies and all the scars of knives.
ill stand up and face the world head on because its the end of twenty-one.
we cant be scared of what thrives in the shadows our entire lives.
I will live to face a new dawn.

this isn't how my life ends.
its only how it begins.

A snow white orchid blooming in the winters eve.
summoning the souls who disbelieve.

Hours pass by as people wonder.
The secrets this little flower has to plunder.

Even though is just a simple little flower in the snow.
More about this magical feeling I must know.

Its fragle petals damp with morning dew.
Its placement quite askew.

With death and fear all around.
This little flower is surely bound.

Its stem reaching into the sky so everyone sees.
The beautiful essence it surely leaves.

With the clouds rolling in with the sound of thunder.
attempting to leave the flower asunder.

People try to help it grow.
To see the powers it bestows.

even though this perfect flower is pretty new.
Its beauty is absolutly true.

And when the blazing sun goes down.
Darkness is seen all around.

The beautiful feeling I receive.
When our emotions interweave.

Seeing her fragile smile in the morning sun, I ask what spell I’m under.
As I feel i have fallen in a blunder.

Her bright hazel eyes quite aglow.
I wish I had felt this feeling long ago.

I catch myself staring into.
With this magical feeling I’m not used to.

I never thought I’d be this astound.
I’m far to gone to back down.

I’ve realized I’ve set something in motion.
But I don’t want it to stop regardless of the commotion.

I face the fact that I need to quite smoking.
Because I’m sick and tired of choking.

I really need a light to help me through this.
Because alone I cannot navigate this mist.

A tender soul to make me right.
Even if I tend to fight.

This nasty odor I create.
And all I see is that other hate.

So someone please answer my biggest wish.
Help me with this habit I must abolish.

I wish I could ask that special question.
The one I would love her to answer.
To see that undescribable expression.
To finally get the amazing dance with her.

To see if true love really does thrive.
To see if it does hold true.
To see if in this world it can survive.
To see all the problems it can cut through.

To see the flowers blooming all around.
To see the roots of the trees burrow deep beneath.
Then look to see all the people we astound.
As long as you answer the question our love will never bequeath.

And if you look to your side I will always be beside you.
As long as you say I do.