Sometimes
The
People
With
The
Most
Beautiful
Eyes
Have
Cried the most tears

The stars are pouring through the night sky
Like the tears of a heart without a place to call home
All the questions of 'what if's and all the unanswered 'why's
But if you look close enough, you'll find the beauty in the darkness

There's a story to be told
A lesson to be learned
Never forget that some bridges
Were meant to be burned

They say that misery loves company
If that's the case, then you were meant for me
Though often enough I find myself all alone
While surrounded by most grandest of grand company

But I promise you this with the utmost certainty
That if you look close enough you'll find the beauty with in the darkness

Cause there's a story to be told
And a lesson to be learned
And promise to never ever forget
That some bridges were meant to remain burned

Sadly our paths shall meet their part
For fate favors not the song of our heart
And as it turns out, it is I that misery seeks her company
So please don't bother transcending the tortured existence
Miss Misery gracefully gifted to none other than me

And remember that story that was told
And all the lessons that had to be learned
Oh, and yeah, did I forget to say
That some bridges were meant to burn

Please don't look so sad, if you look close enough you will find the beauty in the darkness

corners of cities you have yet to discover;
eyes of a future lover;
spots on the map you want to visit;
smell of new books on the bookstore shelves;
sunlight that bleeds through glass;
jokes in bad movies;
electric magic in sold-out concerts;
plates of crispy chicken fingers;
beauty of a song, a poem, a film that speaks to you;
friends to drink, to laugh, to contemplate life with;
sunsets on the beach with the sand in your toes;
stars you don't know the names of;
drives to nowhere, everywhere, somewhere;
smiles that follow after the tears;
possibilities of *tomorrow

In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.

When the words just spilled
When the ink just turned into letters
That's when you know a part of you
Has just been put onto paper

When the pen comes to life
When your hands fall out of control
That's when you know your feelings
Are being put onto paper

When your emotions need release
When no one's there for you
That's when you know your sorrows
Are being put onto paper

And what comes from those lines
Are the things you've been hiding inside
And those papers, they take hold
Of the stories you hide

---Thalia Joy Bautista; Papers