If I live am I materialistic because life is material?
  If I die am I stupid because I gave up before I got started?
   If I haunt in-between life and death am I still forgotten?
  If I cry will you mend my body back together so I can give the answer to everyone else?
  If everyone else was tone-dead would you sing to me?
If everyone else had two left feet would you dance for me?
If everyone else was blind would you call me beautiful?
If everyone else was lost would we be lost together?
If everyone else was dreaming would I be in your dream?
Well, I say yes to everything, because I'm only half-hearted without you.

When did the doves begin to fade,
how did the meaning of love get so strayed,
from love at first site, to love of the french,
when did the tongue save the young *****.
How did love become forbbiden and fun,
When was the talking and laughing soon done.
If true love were a rose, it would slowly turn blue.
How did children of eight find so many soul mates.
While we love romance movies, this is not love.
Love is submitting for the better of who you love.
Love is sour, Love is sweet.
Love is cruel, Love is kind.
Love is not something everyone will find.
Love is home without home.
Love is dream before dream.
Love is not just a choice or a blank feeling.
I hope there's a day when life again sees that love has a more clear and joyful meaning.

Ever since the repulsion,
the night was day,
clouds were black,
time just...swayed,
life lost meaning,
death lost value,
no one cut,
but no one cared,
everyone just sort of stared,
like a black hole ****** it all away,
alone I sat,
I never played,
Since the repulsion,
nothing remained,
not life,
not death,
not anything,
I was only a child,
until it all changed,
what was I supposed to do,
my life was deranged,
I was laughing and having fun,
it was all shock,
and in just five minutes I was stuck,
the ground had my feet,
I couldn't move,
I grasp the seat,
and pulled close,
I called for mom,
I screamed for dad,
but they just collapsed,
I was alone,
I was in pain,
the repulsion changed everything.

On a day of bright and blue, stood a girl not more than two.
The girl was poor, and you could tell that she was living a life so unwell.
Those who saw her just would stare.
Though, I believe they were all scared.
Her hair, so tangled, it'd eat a monkey whole,
yet she was really kind at soul
She wanted toys and friends to share, she always wished to have nice hair.
If only they knew her mournful pain.
They all just assumed she was insane.
She blocked my light and so I knew, if anything she was quite the view.
When our eyes met she quickly blushed,
her face like cherries, completely flushed.
She begged for money and we chatted everyday,
though I never noticed as she wasted away.
It didn't happen right on stage, it happened later in mid-age.
Though if she lives on then we would be
a very happy family.
Her laugh would resound my very soul.
Her tears, her smile, really took a toll.
When I follow her she'd be so proud,
though I choose to wait until I'm allowed
to hold her,
hug her,
take her in.
Warm her,
and touch her tender skin.
All it takes is patience and proof she should live on,
after all, from the time we met I could tell she was so strong.
No longer would she be the stray outcast,
her ***** hands and hair in the past,
I would change everything,
but only *if it last