Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever

in the coming months the frost will pass
leaving green blades visible and new formed dirt paths
daisies and orchids will rise beneath heaven's light
but you, the wallflower, will wilt like its still winter, crippled in dismal fright
the fear of remaining alone
the fear of not knowing when you will become like the proud flowers that stand vibrant and grown
but as spring turns to summer and the clouds disappear
the wind will pick up, and send another wallflower's pedals through the air
so poor wallflower, do not fret
your roots have the strength of 1000 roses
the kind of beauty that could be carved into statuette  
you will survive when there is no rain
because you understand loneliness and unprecedented pain
so stay calm, oh wavering friend
water will still seep through your timid veins
and your brilliance will shine, even if its tangled in your inhibited chains

If love was something edible
     What kind of taste would have?
Would it taste sweet, or sour?
  Bitter, or salty?
Would it be an ingredient, or the main dish
Would it be healthy, or unhealthy?
  How much would it cost?
  
If love was something audible
    What kind of sound would it have?
  Would it sound loud, or soft?
  nasal, or boxy?
  Would it be a song, or an album?
A speech, or a dialogue?
  Where would be the most likely place to hear it?

If love was something tangible**
What kind of mass would it be?
Would it feel wet, or dry?
Airy, or moist?
Would it be heavy, or light?
Painful, or pleasurable?
How useful would it be?

If love was something visible
  What color, or shape would it have?
Would it look like a rose, or a war ship?
A diamond, or a *******?
  Would it resemble the day, or the night?
A bunch of stars, or a few roaches?
If it was a person would you trust it?

If love had a smell
It would probably smell fishy.

They come and I smile and suddenly I remember I'm breaking the rules so I chase them away and close the door deep think about all the bad things in my life play deppresing music.
What can I say I'm addicted to pain.
Why can't I be when everytime I try and be happy something bad suddenly happens.
How can I be happy when I get low from people I expected the highest from.
Sometimes I just sit stare at a blank space and think back and wishing I could change my past.
But I can't and because of that I'm slowly losing my mind and no one is noticing.

Depressed sitting just thinking of ways to get more sad.
Sitting thinking of ways I can cry.
Sitting thinking of ways to hurt myself cause I hate myself I hate the way I'm.
My heart has been broken soo many times its useless.
I mean really what do you do with a heart you can't feel who do you give it to how do you live with it ?
I guess its they right if they say we all addicted to something and I guess my addiction is pain...

Is she the flower I seek?
Or the season I'd want to live in..

Is she the star I yearn?
Or the sky where I'd reflect upon..

Is she the light that prevails?
Or the shadow I'd sneak in..

Is she the virtue?
Or the piles of sin I am drenched with..

Perhaps she is but my missing part,
Or maybe.. mere my reflection!

Let the darkness have a rest,
Give yourself a break;
Accept encouragement and respect,
And let go of the ache.

Feel the right outside the wrong,
Don’t do this on your own;
There’s more than dark to run from here,
Just realize you can be home.

Don’t chase yourself in circles—
Insight comes with the dawn;
And when no strength remains within,
Draw from the One you depend on.