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Danielle Zornes Nov 2011
To understand one's mind
look into their soul.

To see their complexity
look into their eyes.

My eyes are cloudy
my soul...empty

So lost in the distance
I can't see through the cold

To love a person
is to understand them

I can not be loved
through my soul they can not see.
Danielle Zornes Nov 2011
Innocence is lost
Reality sets in

Chilhood is over
now the pain begins

Promises are broken
here comes all the tears

No more smiles of happiness
Show me all your fears

Tell me what's inside you
Tell me what you see

Do you think your normal?
Or do you feel like me?
Danielle Zornes Nov 2011
Life,
so full of surprises

twisted emotions
theories of reason

paths of ideas
intertwined with mistakes

irrational thoughts
questions unanswered

Painful memories which
then make us smile

To hold onto the present
and grasp the dreams of tomorrow

The promises of yesterday
that always leave me hollow.
Danielle Zornes Nov 2011
So now I stand alone again,
my big red balloon poked with a pin.

But stronger once more
I walk away,

Same old story
a different day.

I was doing so well
I let myself regress,

No more relationships
they all leave a mess.

This need for something
always makes me lose,

I must stand on my own
and never leave my shoes.

I am my own person
I must care for me.

There's no room for love,
strength is the key.
Danielle Zornes Nov 2011
What intrigues my mind, lights the flame in my soul.

The beginning of something I pray that will never get old.

Brightening my day with a glimpse of your eyes.

Melting my heart, making me alive.
Danielle Zornes Nov 2011
So many places I've been
So many things I've seen
making me who I am today,
and the person one day I'll be.

Lessons in life I've learned
and so many more to come
many moons have tucked me in
and at times so has the sun.

So many stories I have to share
and many dreams to fulfill
never will I forget my weaknesses
or the fears I fight to ****.

Day after day I wonder
if the paths I take are right
and sometimes I stop and question
why must everything be a fight.

A struggle to be happy.
A struggle to succeed.
A struggle to make it through the day.
A struggle to just be me.

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