It's 11:04 at night
And your image appears

I feel a constant shiver. From the bottom of my feet to the tip on my head
My pulse racers to my hand
As I touch what seems to be your face
Is this in my           Head.

My imagination meets yours as we run toward the sand
Our house is built on rock
Our relationship is strong
Do you see           Me?

I am here
Here with you.
We built our lives together, no one will understand
You held my heart in your hand and kept it warm
as
      if
        you
           cared
I am yet to see what others say
But I will not believe for you have made me         Stay,

You comprehend me and I comprehend you
We have become one
And it is now          Done!

It's 11:04 at night
And your image appears

Steel claws rip at open grounds
Chemicals ripe with poison flood into quiet waters
there is a sickness in the air tonight
the kind that scares the wary but suffocates all
Buildings grow where trees have collapsed
Blood and fur get caught in traps
Drive a car or grab an axe
the end is all the same

Steel claws with nothing to rip
Chemicals sitting in poisoned water
there is a sickness in the air
the kind that stretches your eyes
and brings the words out of your mouth too late
“This was a mistake”

a little red sip
contains the entire paddock
where the grapes were grown

There's a space between
you and I
that I just don't seem
able to find.

You know that saying
"If you love someone set them free"
Well I've always
nodded in agreement
but tonight I can really see
what that means
When you see the one you love
in pain
because they need to change
what else can you do
except paint them wings
and bring them to life

She goes to bed in short shorts and her ex-boyfriends t-shirt
not because she misses him
but because it looks **** on her
She gets excited when Mayday Parade plays on the radio
she does a dance but she doesn't look stupid
she looks absolutely beautiful
She watches the same movies over and over again
not because she's obsessed
she like the feelings she gets when they end
She loves her jean shorts with her converse and a hoodie
she could be wearing pajamas
and still look ****
She stays up all night and sleeps all day
not because she's depressed, she functions better that way
she smiles when she looks at Harry Styles on her wall
not because she thinks he's cute
he reminds her to be strong
She crushes on a man with a huge scar on his left shoulder
not because of his looks
but because of the confidence he gives her
She's a hopeless romantic with walls around her heart
she smiles on the outside
while on the inside she falls apart
She knows that she's gorgeous
yet she feels so ugly
she has a way of hiding her tears
by being really funny
She's afraid to let anyone in
yet pours her heart out in her poetry
her journal is her escape
when she needs a break from everybody
She feels like a mistake
when in reality she's a walking melody
she's God's gift to the world
and her name is Mandie.