i think its funny
when those who
get the largest parts
in plays,
only can act on stage.

its amazing
how i am surrounded
by so many actors.
the ones who can put
on a smile,
but are dying on the inside.

and the ones who
seem like the kindest
of those around me,
but end up sending
sending hurtful letters
to those who are dying
on the inside.

and then there are mothers
and fathers,
who seem to be giving
their children
perfect lives,
but when no eyes seem
to be watching,
they give them bruises
and say harsh things.
which causes the children
to send those letters,
which cause other children
to feel like
they are dying inside.

it just makes me wonder
why,
don't these hidden actors
ever audition
for the biggest parts,
when they hide,
the biggest lies.

i just want you know
that you are beautiful
and i love you
more than the sun
could ever love the moon.

i know these are just a few
fragile words,
but you deserve to hear them.
i know we go through
times of obscureness
and insecurities,
and times when it feels
like we are
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but please,
do not let these words escape from
your beautiful mind:
that you are strong, delightful, and lovely
as could be;
for it hurts me to see
you lose that very thought.

thank you for sharing such beautiful
(both of happiness and of heartache)
memories with me.
i know there will come a time
when we must leave each other
to achieve and meet our dreams,
but please don't forget me,
because i promise
to keep you in my heart
until the end of time.
thank you,
for inspiring me
and sharing such
unforgettable moments with me.
love,
me.

Cities Dot The World Below Me,
Their Lights Reflecting Off Translucent Smog,
The Trees Wave To Me In My Flight,
As Mountains And Canyons Bellow From My Sound,
I Am In The Middle Of The Sky,
Just A Couple Thousand Feet Away From The Stars,
If Only These Wings Could Take Me A Bit Higher,
Then That--Would Be Flight,
Miles Pass By In Seconds Below My Lifted Body,
As My Eyes Hold Millions Of People Imbetween Weary Glances,
Pressurized Air Fills My Earthenware Like Lungs,
As My Ears Pop With Unsatisfying Pain,
Is This How Airborn Embers Feel?
And As I Fade Into The Impending Night,
My Reflection Disappears In The Atmosphere's Haze,
Graceful As The Clouds Underneath Me