She sheds useless tears full of sharp exhaustion

Her face is numb of all the smiles she shows

Who really cares how she feels?

That’s all she can do.

This isn’t new to her she has been in this harsh time before.

She mourns what has been lost.

All she can do is gather the pieces she needs to move forward

And walk away with a smile

Is she a fool?

Was it her fault she is here?

On these days so bland and lonely,
My soul aches, my spirit empty,
Everywhere I look I can't seem to find any beauty,
All hope has left me?
Another day, another year,
They're all the same,
What's the point?
So smile n wave,
Just let me go.

But I look back on the days,
Where time was full of laughter,
Yes, when my fate was true,
So much brighter,
And I pray, I pray to bring us together,
Where we shall laugh again,
With no pain and anger.

Oh, I am waiting for the grand reunion,
With my loved ones,
With whom I've spent my time,
There shall be no more sorrow,
No worrying about tomorrow,
And we shall share our stories bit by bit,
The days so bland and gloomy,
And the days so brightly lit.
We all have our days,
In our LORD we will be reunited,
Oh, I long for that day,
When I'll be filled with happiness and no sorrow,
And share them with my friends,
So until that time comes,
Stand strong, push on till the journey's end.

Waiting here in the dark
Waiting for that moment, a spark
When everything fall in place
Like the evening sky of stars
But I’m not there yet
There is still nothing yet
Nothing good I can use yet
Nothing pure or true I can get my hands on yet

Something never seen before
Something beautiful, full of souls
And I wonder if I could ever find it at all.

Is this the beginning of the end?
A conclusion before I even have the chance
Is this the best story I could ever write?
And all the rest after this is just ......time
But  I’m not there yet
There is still nothing yet
Nothing great I can use yet
Nothing gold or old I can get my hands on yet

Something never heard before
Something of a miracle, yet full of holes
And I wonder if I could ever fill it all.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
So I went for a walk
To clear my mind from evil thoughts
Saw the waves rushing in to lay its gifts on the shore
Is there something for me? - a key to my creative door
No I’m still not there yet
There is still nothing yet
Nothing grand I can use yet
Nothing deep or rich I can get my hands on yet

Something never thought of before
Something so original - a pure awe
And I wonder if I could ever capture it at all.

I am broken
And I refuse to believe that
Someone loves me
I can see how this could be confusing, but
A broken heart can be healed
Is pure fiction
There isn’t a fish for me
Once I am old and wise, I’ll tell you that
I’ve got my own back because
Selfishness
Takes precedence over
Selflessness
Hear me out:
Once upon a time
Someone broke my heart
I remembered
Keep my head up because
My father says
Crying makes you weak
My ex says
Love comes and goes
I cannot say for certain
Love finds its way
After awhile
Hope is lost and
No longer will I sit here and act like
I know what I am doing and
It will eventually show that
I do not put forth the effort
And do not assume that
I know what I am

The harder I push today, the further it pulls away

Be it a hand or a heart, I've learned to play my part

I used to indulge in the fantasy of love

Drunk off the thought, and crippled by the naught

To say that love is still my desire, would make me a ******* and brand me a liar

Love isn't vital so I shouldn't idle

No more watching the years go by, knowing I might die before I can comply

I won't squirm and yearn for a different path, but embrace the track and not look back

I'll live my life on my own accord and I won't be ashamed of leaving paths unexplored

The way I see her

I look at her as though she were perfect.

I want to constantly feel like we connect.

She makes my heart beat quickly

And acts as if it is silly.



Her eyes are a dense forest and I easily get lost in them.

They sparkle in the sun, but look

in the darkness like a rocky cave.

They look like a fresh new leather book

And she never looks anything else but brave.



Her smile is a warm fire that melts my heart.

When she smiles it’s like a work of art.

It is as though she doesn’t know

That her smile is that of a doe.



Her laugh gives me goosebumps and I just want to hug her.

She has no idea that I like it.

Her laugh is as ringing of bells are in the distance.

It makes me smile bigger than I care to admit.

One joke and she laughs without persistence.



Her hair is brown leaves at the end of Fall.

And is as soft as a warm woolen shawl.

Her different hairstyles make me smile,

And make me want to stay with her for awhile.



Whenever I see her my eyes light up and my heart quickens.

I can’t stop staring at her.

Even by simply saying hello, I grin.

And it all happens in blur.

I also get little tingles all over my skin.



I look at her as though she were perfect,

and she doesn’t know I feel like we clicked.