I'm weak. He could drop me two inches and I'd shatter.
I am just a thing that doesn't matter.
I am not his love, I'm just a friend.
But still I know I'll love him 'til the end.
She is his future, his present, his past.
We're just a game. A game that won't last.
Of all that is perfect, he is the one.
Of all things that burn, my heart is the sun.

You say you understand me.
You claim to know me.
While you still know,
nothing.

You will insult me behind my back,
then pretend nothing happened.

I am just a pawn,
of your little game.

Maybe I had hope,
Maybe I saw something,
but now I see something else.

What am I chasing?
What am I running to?
What do I see at the end,
of this ever narrowing hallway?

A Small Light?
Or Satan's Play?

Is it worth finding out?

My Heart says yea,
My Brain says nay,

Am I about to snap?
Am I about to break?
Am I about to collapse?

Nay,

Strong I will stay,
against your little play.

I will continue through.

Through this ever closing narrow hallway.

I will finish this race.

For the sake of my sanity,

I will discover *You

You took me away
From my awful dark place
You painted a smile
On my melancholy face
But then you dragged me away
Kicking and screaming
The best part of my life
like I was only dreaming
And now all I can do
Is turn around and imagine
That maybe you’ll be the prince
Who saves me from the dragon.

When it's time to say goodbye
I will miss my dad the most
because I never found the courage
to tell him how much I love him

I' ll ask for their forgiveness,
in my thoughts, and
will tell them that I am tired,
very tired,
that I need to sleep
for a very very long time.

I remember him old and sick
Never lively or free
Now I'm left wondering
If he ever smiled at me
I was only a child
When his life passed away
I can barely remember
The dreadful day
His life was a miracle
Only supposed to last a while
If only I could remember
The way he used to smile.
All the times I have forgotten
All the memory lost
I never thought that crying
Would ever help the cause
But crying is all I can do
For every memory's a blur
All that's left is the picture of
'Daddy's little girl'

What I feel inside
When I think of you is light
It brightens my day

I doodle our love
and hang it to cherish
Then I rip it down the middle
and leave it to perish
I hold on to the pieces
crumpled up in my palm
I don’t want to let go
Don’t want our love to be gone
But you’ve made it clear
There is nothing more
So your heart is free
And my heart is sore.
*But I still won’t throw it away

Failure arrives
in an oversized  crate.
Its name is stamped
in tall day-glo orange letters
on six sides,
for easy viewing
no matter how you turn it.