I use the moon as my guide A watchful eye over this changing ocean Keeping the tides on their paths home Always bringing me back To where we had to part on these shores.
Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.
she was the girl that everyone wanted the reckless young rebel who was a question mark to most and an answer to others
she kept most things to herself such as her secrets and her razor for that's the way she coped when everyone expects perfection you have to be perfect
she was the one boys went after but could never quite catch her drinking was the infinity and her smoking was a protest she did not smoke to enjoy herself but to die .
there exists a girl who is different people whisper about her and snicker amongst themselves "something is wrong with her," they say "she's crazy" "she can't be normal" "she ISNT normal" so they try forcing her to be they put her on medication they put her in hospitals they look down at her with false smiles they pretend to be concerned but she knows the truth they do not care and they never will but even through it all the girl is happy because she doesn't care if she is normal she is different she is unique she is special not everyone likes her or the things she does or the things she says but the people who do, they love her and she holds on to that and she grows stronger and she found hope and she is happy
The bag under her eyes carry far much more than the sense of weariness. They carry all the poor dear has ever seen. Broken promises, empty dreams. Nothing is ever as good as they seem.