A Mother
a mother will hold you and carry you through,
she'll push you out, to pull you in,
to only ever be true.
a mother will love unconditionally as mine does,
to raise you and fight for you,
simply because.
she is a strong character who's love cannot be broke,
she will fight to her death bed and further she will.
but a mothers love is so strong who are we to say,
i know my mother will be there every single day.
i watched her cry, i watched her laugh,
with barely a thought at all.
but it is now mostly missed,
and now i go to call.
a mother is a powerful being,
one who will watch you stand tall.
yet sweep in when you cry,
without as much as a 'thankyou' at all.
it is a mother who watches over you,
and runs by your side.
dreading the day when a child grows up,
to then say 'goodbye'.
a possible new mother will become,
before her mothers eyes.
as the generations tick,
and the history of our lives...

I told him I was stupid,
yet continued with my words.
As the tears fell, I knew,
I would never truly be heard.
I could see his 'smart' smirk,
as he tossed those peanuts down his trap.
That clock ticked over in his head,
as the game was prepared to call out.
But it was the match that was struck,
when the audience hid.
As with no audience,
The performers are left all to real..
Beneath their masks,
something they could never unveil.

A love so strong.
A pain so deep.
Always together
Yet laughs while I weep
Something draws me back
Is it foolishness or is it love?
My heart is under attack
At the impact of your glove.
A love so deep.
A pain so strong.
This isn't 'normal'
Can you tell something is wrong?
The way we're loyal
Yet first to betray
In the ways that truly matters
I need to walk away.
But how can I, When you're in my blood?
Until I die,
Forever carrying my love.
The memories of the old,
Keep us going through.
But then its experienced,
The circumstances of new.
Is it foolishness, or is it love?
Somethings gotta change
I can see it now,
This haunted early grave.
So desperate to stop it,
To scared to accept
Maybe time I left it.
This secret I've kept.

His eyes were that of a lost puppy,
His heart, one that had been broken.
His loudness and laughter meant more tears, than he could ever of spoken.
He wanted her to fix him,
As he'd hoped the last would of done.
But it was not her duty or ability,
To shine light on all that he could become.
There was void missing in his heart,
A hole left by betrayal.
A mothers love of no condition,
Is the missing link that's caused his heart so frail.
He wanted to feel wanted.
Needed to be told,
Of the worth and goodness inside himself,
That he's tried so hard to withhold.
Though she could see through him,
As he had hoped she would.
It's what made her 'intriguing',
And what captivated his mind of all that could.
He felt lost, like that puppy.
The kind that had been beat.
The kind that checked twice before crossing a road,
And knew better than to ever take a seat.
Though through the glass of his eye,
He tried with his might to reflect gold.
All that he felt expected to be,
The type that could never be told.
For when you look straight at glass,
You see the reflection it presents.
It is not until you look through his eye,
That his soul projects.
And then there's no one left to fool.
It was this connection that he had wanted,
And found within her view.
But she insisted he take a look,
In hope one day it will seep through.