What an odd ingredient sadness is.  

It salts a tear, bittersweets a kiss,
Hungers us for the things we miss,
Ever abundant, such a convenient thing,
I can find it in everything.

A death, a birth, I cry for both,
Gild a sorrow, a wistful hope,
Ripe melancholy I savour most,
Yet a pinch too much is a lethal dose.

I was often told it shouldn’t be,
But the clown that frowns was the perfect me,
Thin taunt and cackle, ghosts everywhere,
Sometimes I hide, but it’s still right there.

Perhaps I’ll woo this lifelong friend,
Embrace this thing I cannot mend.
Odd comfort in a peculiar way,
To know this thing is here to stay.

Sometimes The Night gets dark
It seems like the Light wont shine
When Life tries to brake your Heart
Be still-it only lasts a little time

Sometimes you feel alone
The silence fights to grip your Soul remember your way back home
God made you to be whole

Sometimes you lose your way
Confused on the path u should take
But Listen-an Angel say:
Your way is already laid

God never promised you no pain
Life is a journey-victory to gain
And just before your Soul wail
God Loves you once again
And God never promised no rain
Behind the clouds the sun remain
And just before your Soul wail
God Loves you once again
Yes
God Loves you once again.

At times, I'm jealous
Of innocent lashes
And soft cheekbones
That lure you in,
For I was graced
With no grace at all.
But I was born
With fire in my eyes,
A razor sharp tongue,
And an insatiable hunger
That will not succumb,
And of that,
I am proud.