You think I'm used to being me?
You think I'm comfortable in these shoes?
Walking time and time again,
Down that old hallway, without you?

Well I'm not.
But ironically enough
No longer do I expect you
Or anyone for that matter
To tell me how to be myself

To tell me which shoes to buy or to wear
Because I simply walk
As I once was taught
And always will

To stride alongside with a loving air
Until I find the most tolerable pair, of shoes
The most close to comfortable I can bear

By which I mean of course
A very inspiring and impressive pair
Because a man needs good walking shoes
If he is to live his life some-wear

You really don't know do you?

You do not know...
How your smiles lights up the dark,
How your laugh eases all my nerves and anxiety,
How your eyes see into the deepest parts of my heart,
How your ears listen to me without falter.

You don't know...
How you brighten up each day,
How you make getting out of bed worth it,
How you inspire me to be a better person,
How you have changed my life for the better.

You don't know...
How much you mean to me,
How much I appreciate all you do,
How much desire I have for you,
How much I love you.

You don't know...
How special you are to me

You really don't know

i never knew silence that much
until that very afternoon
when i tried so much
to hold my teardrops
and hide the sobs
that were exploding inside
my weary body
and my wrecked soul

i wonder,
if i was found dead that day,
would they think 'twas suicide
or would the police say,
"she was slain by the silence
that was enclasped within her solitude"?

cold as the ocean
she flows like rain
down the street
to the water again

devoid of colour
she splashes and cries
under the lamps
with no light in her eyes

crackling like thunder
she sits by the river
toes in the water
and cobble beneath her

grey as the clouds  
her salty tears shine
she loses control
to the storm of her mind

We're all different colors
people
minds
hearts.
But we are the same
spirit/love
kind
and world
so why do we treat each other so differently?
We're a world with people crying.
We're a world with people hurting.
Do we stop and ask ourselves...is it worth it.
Is it worth the time
energy
seconds...
to break someones heart
mind
and world.
We see inside our little box almost daily.
Why don't we try to see others the way we
want to be seen.
We're different in mind, hearts, and speech
and thats what makes us beautiful