Not just ink against paper nor type writers work...


It's a glimpse into anyone's future,
A lesson of most...

Ones weakest moments, with amazing strengths...

Heartaches turned to beauty, beauty turned in to enchanted windows.

Gazing through eyes of brown ...
I see.

I see... poetry all around.

If I could paint you a picture of what you do for me,
Millions of miles away,
It'd be you on a mountain top standing so clean as a King
At the bottom of that mountain,
Crawling through mud and rock,
Scraped and bruised all over trying to get to the top,
To reveal my mangled and broken soul

But..

With every broken nail and pull up, another scar fades...

I am that girl,
That girl who is afraid.
I am that girl,
Who is afraid of girls,
Girls like me.

You can see through me like a plastic water bottle. Looks a little blurry at first when full, but yet settle on the stomach when not stumbling around. The smell is like oceans water in the summers sun. As tired as the dead leafs in winters less colorful. When drowned by my hand, everything is gone. When swallowing is my best defense, it takes on a different pain of loss in friends. Closing of my eyes...I drift off in which I won't be returning. They say it takes time, addiction isn't the way.

An addiction I ask...pain is my addiction.
It never goes away, its always thriving through me. So is addiction of my thirst what's kills me or is it the pain of loving without worrying about tomorrow?

Stalk My Nights, As You Live By Sea,
Anchor You Down How Id Like To Be.
Stolen My Dreams By Day...Promise You,
Promise Me. Promise Ill Never Float Away...