I want to tell her it's okay
That her body is hers and hers alone
And having excess fat is okay.

I want to tell her that
She can't look like those girls in the magazine
because those girls don't look like that for real.
And it's okay.

I want to tell her that maybe
he still hasn't notice her
because God chose someone better.
And it's okay.

I want to tell her that falling in love
and getting hurt in the process
is a part of life.
And even if you cry it's okay.

Finally I want to tell her that
saying no to drugs,
turning down alcohol,
and respecting elders
is not old school.

That friends can laugh at your face
for being 'boring' for refusing things,
but you know it's what's right
And it's okay.



© **Leigh Herondale  *June 2015

Sometimes I wish I was Margo Roth Spiegelman
I want to be able to follow my heart and do the things I've always wanted to
I want to dance with wind
Feel the grass beneath my feet
The stars to blanket me with sparkle
And the moon to light my face
I've always wanted to run
And never look this way again
To be the captain of my own soul
Seizing all the hours of my day
I have feet because I know I wasn't meant to stay on the ground
I wasn't given wings because I know I am no angel
But I knew I was destined to fly

I want to write and inspire the world,
My words carved in their mind
As they soar their wings and fly.
I want to be an instrument
Softly playing all the goodness of the Earth
And a reminder
That broken wings can be mended and fly again

The dead must have pity us
Laugh right in front of our crying faces
Because they know a secret we don't
That's it's better to be dead than alive

A lonely sailor
Brave the seas alone
One day came a ship
Asked to sail side by side
Together they faced each angry storm
And even slumber with the calm tide
Another storm his sail was torn
He said he'll shortly duck
She was shocked and forlorn
But he promised he'll be back
She waited every sunset
Till the very last she could witness
But he never came
Still she patiently waits
A lonely sailor again


© Leigh

I'm kind of nothing much,
Just a silly girl who admire boys as such
Those who play in bands and like
Boys who can ride the skate or bike

Though I also like to play the guitar
But guitars don't like me, just left me a scar
In my finger where a ring should stay
From the one I love when it comes the day

Some days I dream to be an astronaut
Watching the night sky everynight til I caught
A cold that always starts with a sneeze
And ends with runny nose, oh dear! Oh Geez!

I made an honest mistake so I need to add more lines
That even though I fail sometimes
I always need myself to remind
That a dream never dies

So there's my little autobiography

Leigh Herondale  *February 2015