I read,
to get rid of the pain.
For if I live someone else's life,
I have no time to be vain.

It helps me remember,
it helps me to forget.
It rests the burning ember,
of fear ever on my chest.

The person I wanted to be,
I cannot recall.
I once yearned to run free,
but now I just fall.

I read of others,
how they are proud and strong.
Thoughts of them smother,
so I feel I am no longer in the wrong.

It just comes to a point,
where you don't want it anymore.
When words that are said,
turn you and make your heart sore.

When all the tears are shed,
no one's to blame.
It's neither's fault this time,
you'll just have to adjust to the pain.

Once it has happened one to many times,
you just snap.
You put on a happy face,
never look back.

No one knows there is a battle raging on,
deep down in side.
To convince yourself to move on,
you've tried to lie.

You've got to start over,
pray a bit each night.
Don't look over that shoulder,
find other fights to fight.

You sang for her.
You sang for what you once felt.
You sang to relieve the pressure.
You sang to let it out.
You sang with such passion.
You sang with such truth.
You sang without a thought of me.

I cry because I know it.
I cry because everyone knows it.
I cry because I say I am over it.
I cry because I felt that way about you.
I cry because you never returned the love.

I smile because its over and done.
I smile because you're going to be fine.
I smile because I met a new boy to heal this heart of mine.

There you stand,
speaking words that burn.
There they go,
slipping off your tongue.

Think of others,
and how they wish to be portrayed.
Look deeper inside,
to see underneath their pain.

There is hope,
love,
dreams,
a cure.

A cured derived,
from a brand new vision.
Good can indeed survive,
depending on your final decision.

Will you choose what is right?
Noble, fair and true?
Will you let free,
the dreams inside of you?

It is up to no one,
no one but yourself.
Only you can show the world,
and not leave your potential on a shelf.

I miss the way you write on your desk.

I miss the way you always gave it your best.


I miss your real laugh when no one is around.

I miss how you made me feel safe and sound.


I miss the smell of the ocean in the morn.

I miss the commotion of a brand new storm.


I miss so very much,

each and everyday.


Such a pity we all,

have to live this way.

I hope she loves you,
more than I did.
I hope she holds you,
when you cry.
I hope she never,
makes you say goodbye.

I hope she notices,
the pictures you draw in the sky.
So bright,
so new,
so true.

I hope she loves you,
and you love her too.

I hope you see her,
and remember how lucky you are.
Remember how she puts the light,
in every single star.

I hope you kiss her,
kiss her nice and slow.
Slow enough to let her know,
you adore her.

I hope you notice every single word,
the way his lips move.
The way she never stirs.

They're so perfect,
in their perfect little way.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
finally finding their place.

They've had trouble,
but they're on their way.
The way to happiness,
a little bit each day.

I see them walking,
side by side,
hand in hand.

I wish it would've worked,
the way that I had always planned.

You're always in my head.
Why can't you just leave?
I want to free these feelings inside of me.

Is it you that I love?
Or our memories that I cannot get enough of?

I know there is someone new,
consuming up all the thoughts inside of you.

Yet you don't know,
and if you did,
our relationship would never even grow.

So I will waste my time,
filling up these empty lines.

Until the day that I meet someone new,
but you will never know, will you?