I am not tall and blond.
Not a model.
I am just me.
I like to eat a lot.
I like to write.
I like music.
I don't act like I am not.
I read, I dream.
My eyes are green.
My hair is red.
I really just like
sleeping in bed.
I am funny,
and smart in my own
way.
I say what I want.
I want to be a
teacher one day.
That is just me, and me is
all I want to be.

You are so far away.
I feel I can touch you
more and more everyday.
I hear your voice echo in my mind.
I wish my heart was what you could find.
Across the mountains to the sea.
I wished you loved me for me.
I loved you along time ago.
I gave you my all.
All you did was hurt me
and laughed as you watched me
fall.
Now you say you love me,
But why shouldn't I believe it is
a lie.
When you don't even try.

You laid in my bed yesterday morning.
The sun dripped in the room.
I just laid there this morning wondering why
I am here with out you.
You kissed me on the cheek and hugged
me so tight.
I wish you could just stay the night.
I am here without you
and I don't know why.
I don't know what to do.
Every time I try you make me
cry.

Flakes of crystal white
flatters through the cold winter night.
As she walks down the dark street
as the streetlights flicker and flashes.
Snowflakes catch in her eyelashes.
She left what all she knew.
She didn't know what to do.
She began to cry.
Then, she got a twinkle in he eye.
She knew where to go, a place she felt safe.
She ran down the sidewalk as fast as she could.
Tears billowed in her green eyes.
She knocked on the door.
When it opened all that she said was covered
in cries.
The man she loved came running down
the hall.
Into his loving arms she did fall.
She was tired of being underestimated.
She was tired of being hurt.
She was tired of feeling hated.
It was time for her to guide her own way.
That was the story of my Independence Day.

A kiss on the forehead as you say good bye.
Not forever, just until next time.
You kiss me in the rain storm underneath the tree.
You kiss me when I trip and scrape my knee.
You give me piggyback rides in the park.
You kissed me under the fireworks when it got dark.
You held my hand as we ran through the fallen leaves.
I hope it is like this forever.
I hope you kiss me on my wedding day.
I hope you kiss me when we have our first child,
and our second, and third.
I hope you kiss me even when I am gray.
I hope you hold my hand on my last day.

In her own jaded perception of reality
She opened her eyes.
Herself is what she does hate.
She watches her weight.
Her thighs to big, her dreams too small.
She starved herself to look like a fashion
Queen.
She dreamed of thin, she wished to be tall.
She looked in the mirror imperfection is
All she seen.
In your jaded perception of reality of what
You thought was true don’t forget nobody
Is better than the real you.

Sunlight pours through the tops
of the forest trees.
I walk upon the path.
Eyes open.
City lights flashing bright
colors of red and green.
People rush by me.
Eyes open.
Waves fall upon the shore.
I walk barefoot  on the beach.
The sand fills my toes.
Eyes open.
A blind man walks without a
care.
Across the street without fear.
All he has is what he can hear.
I wonder what it is like to live
without seeing the trees, the beach
or the city.
I wonder why is like to live with eyes
Closed.