She is the mystery,
can't you see it? the way she walks or how she talks
She is a secret
don't you understand? if you want to be in her world you have to let go and get lost in it
She is owned by no one
why would you guilt and push her around? she needs to be free
She is interesting
would you take a chance to fall in love with such a person?
She fell for you
when will you say the three words she's been dying to hear?

We hold onto dreams that are cracked
from when we were knocked back down to reality.
We hold onto these dreams with the notion
Our perseverance will repair the damage.
But we are wrong.
A dream broken is a dream broken.

Happiness
You are so elusive
And you are
Always so reclusive

Like a ray of sun
When the day is done
Disappear
Beyond the horizon

And I look around
You're never found
Disappear
Into a darkened room

Happiness
Always somewhere else
And you can
Never offer help

Like a fleeting dream
Dissipate like steam
Disappear
Into the black night sky

Like a quick half smile
Never seen in a while
Disappear
Into the impossible

Although I have been lied to and deceived,
I feel not like the victim
only a barrier, a wall,
between the most beautiful things I could know.

I took things from you that you never had,
love, affection, passion that you did not feel
and stored up these lies inside of me
believing 'till the end that they were true.

But they weren't.

I was never close to you at all
we were distant
and you were not mine
your heart never once belonged to me.

So, how can I be the victim here, when I was greedy
and cruel, the terrible monster under the bed
gobbling up your heart so readily
never knowing that none of it was real?

How could I be?

Instead, let me be the monster I am
and punish my heart, destroy my body, cut out my soul
for I would rather have all the pain in the world
than know that my love was never enough, so I took yours instead.

I was never a victim, so you can't call me one. Name me what I truly am: **evil.

I hold my breath so as not to wake you from your sweet slumber
And stare at the ceiling with sleepless eyes
I wonder if you're dreaming of me
I want to hold you but I'm too afraid
That I won't let go if I do
I shut my eyes as tightly as I can
Until they hurt and start to water
And yet sleep eludes me
It's pitch black outside, or so it seems
Through the crack in the curtains
The darkness oozes through
It envelopes me, leaves you alone
I'm a body bag waiting to be unzipped
There's not a hint of suffocation
The pain neither comes nor goes
Alas there's light
But it's at the end of the tunnel

we are here
we have always been here
but they haven't noticed us yet
its not there time
we are ghosts

we sit quietly in every room
as time passes by
but we were left unnoticed
we are ghosts

It never ends
we watch
we observe
and we try
can't you see
we are ghosts

we speak but our little voices can't reach you
we yell, we scream, we shriek
why can't you hear us
we are ghosts

we seek your attention
we need to be heard
please open your eyes and see
don't leave us alone
we are ghosts

we don't want to be alone
not here
not in the dark
knowing so much
we are ghosts

and we ghosts
are invisible souls
who cannot live
easily forgotten
because we are ghosts

She seemed so scared
  Waiting for my reaction
      What was the news that needed to shared
          Something big had occurred from a small action
             She can hardly stand
               She looked so hurt  
                  Just hold my hand
                    At the beginning i was just a big flirt
                      Now she's here with a little life
                         I cupped her face
                            We were both planning ahead and one day she could be my wife
                               We began a tight embrace
                                   Her parents thought it was terrible
                                      She is far too young to be a mother!
                                         I've never been in a situation to be comparable
                                           You're not my daughter!
                                              Not a girl
                                                Not even a boy
                                                   She looked like she was going to hurl
                                                       I love her she is not and will never be my toy
                                                          We would have celebrated
                                                              A little life, My little life, Our little life
                                                                  Now i'm the boy who her parents hated

People say they love the sunny days
I guess I like them too in some ways
But I honestly love the rain
Even if some people see it as a representation of heartbreak and pain
I see it differently
As the little drops fall on my skin so gently
Those little tears remind me of all the great memories
Like when I was five, in my garden with all the rain drenched daisies
Or when I was fifteen and I had my first kiss in the rain after school
Because when I'm in the rain I never feel like a fool