What is art, from the words I say,
to the things I paint...
What do my words mean, they flow and they haunt,
but do they tell the truth?
What is facade but a word said in a nicer way.
The truth spread thin.
What is real in you eyes, may not be in mine,
and lies are too easily said for me to believe you,
or your actions.
The paint from your brush tells a story,
of grief and deceit.
Paint me a life with no more pain,with no more lies...
Would you call that art, or the art of disguise?
If you where then an artist and you died,
would it be a beautiful death, or a sad reunion?
We may be all different colors, none the same,
but that never stops you from trying to look the same.
If I were to tell you to look closer, to look at their faces,
would you notice the mask they ware?
The tears have left scars on their wrists,
and words have left burns on their hearts.
Are the words we say just scrips to please the crowd?
I'm telling you now, make your own art,
one that's never been seen before...

I really do care for you,
but these feelings you make me feel.
They are painful, they frustrate me, and slowly crush me.
When you smile, my heart skips beats.
Why cant you just hold me, please love me?
You speak but I can't listen.
Look at my actions, cant you see, i need you...
I'll breath but I feel like i'm drowning,
your word keep me afloat now,
but later, other words can drown me.
My emotions that i buried bubble and fester,
they tell me i'm not good enough for you.
When you look at other girls i cant help but hurt,
i'm sorry if i'm annoying you, i cant help it.....
I've fallen in love.
But if i love you, then why does some part of me hate you?

The mirroring of feelings as clear as shallow water

Your intentions are see through yet undefinable

when I look in your eyes, reflections show through.

Manifestations of shadows, of turning oceans, and of rising waters,

shock me with the coldness of one touch of your skin.

The deep reflections in your eyes show what you so dearly need,

yet untouchable they are.

With no where to hide but the deep waters in your eyes

in those dark shadows i will hide.

I never even realized that I was lost.

Until you showed me the map

I've been wandering,

far from the road where I am supposed to be.

You gide me to new places where I find,

pieces of myself that I thought were forever gone.

You, who is so skillful pieces me back together,

your hands like razors cut away the misfit pieces,

making them new.

Where my soul is cracked, you fix it up.

I am new because of you. Thank you.

What you expect something from me now?

You fixed my heart with yours and now its time to say,

goodbye.