On the outside, I'm smiling;
On the inside, I'm dying.
Give me a break—
I want to be flying.

My desire to stop hiding—
But the truth's terrifying.
Please stop the rain;
I'm so sick of crying.

There's an occurrence of death with a blazing flame,
Where ashes and dust are the only remains,
When hope is swallowed into a terrible pain,
And when a love once so strong steadily begins to drain.

Along with that flame, a big part of me shall fade,
With the happiness you took, I'll strive so much to regain.
I'll fake a smile and laugh until on a very great day,
I'll rebuild myself without you and I won't be afraid.

A crystal drop upon glistening leaves;
A wale through bark upon towering trees.  
A fresh gust of air with a simple breeze;
A livid set of clouds will hide skies keys.

Day desaturates and forms low degrees.
A sun falls down with a storms great displease.
Within the rain, plants will sink to their knees,
And wait patiently for a howl to seize.

A quite bird approaches cold with a sneeze,
Hunkering down to avoid late nights freeze.
Sporadically, winds form a silly tease,
‘Til gales quiet down and prepare with flees.

In morning’s clear rise, new day brings release,
Upon wishful flowers, which plant new seeds.
A wall of bad brings a gateway of ease,
Allowing grateful life to keep on sprees.  

Pastel aqua waves of fate thrash upon a calm shore.
Silhouettes of rocky shadows stand above the horizon.
Within a sunset: anemic clouds gently prepare to soar,
As grains of sand glow like starlight from a tired sun...

A wondrous glimpse of hope sparks loudly within a thought:
Through ugly, grim days on earth, beauty still fights to stay.
A mystery sight to eyes seems to loosen up cruel knots,
And lift greatness to the earth with each brave waves sway.

Perhaps someone mirrors me on the other side of this ocean.
Inspiration fills my soul. I am a warrior prepared for life,
Yet when I awake from myself, I suddenly fear the motion,
With realization of this dream, my world is repainted strife.