Embers of wars yet to come,
Burn on yonder's path
Unknowingly paving the way
For someone unraveling,
Nearly undone.

Embers of wars yet to come
Burn beside a gentle stream
Whom knoweth none,
But still stand shielded,
Ready.

Embers,
Grass,
Water,
Flame.

A battle just the same

Peace
War

Nevermore
Let us forever abstain!

Sun
Stars
You're too far
For me to give you the kiss
That I miss
When I've got your heart
But we're miles apart
What can I do
If I can't have you?

Music speaks to me
Heals me,
Lets me forget my situation

When no one else comes
Music is there
To give me hugs and cry with me

When I have something to celebrate
it's right there
Humming the song of victory

When there's something I need to release
It screams with me
Giving it to them

Music lets me say everything
Without saying a word.

I am torn
Between 2 cities, 2 states
My friends, new friends
Known area, new one
New school, old one
What am I to do?

There is a delicate pastel pink rose
Beneath layers and layers of steel vaults
Inside of me
That rose is worth more to the right person
Than all the earth's jewels
Harm of the rose is deadly to my mind
And sanity
While caressing is highly encouraged
Most don't see the rose,
but a few have the power,
and they should use it wisely.

When it's dark outside
And winter is upon us with full force,
I keep faith,
Faith that spring shall brighten our days once again.
Some days my faith quivers
Like a delicate leaf in a brisk wind
But I stand strong.
So no matter what,
Always keep 2 things with you,
Hope that something good will happen
And faith that you'll make the right choice either way the pendulum swings.

He is a country boy,
I city gal.
I like pop and country,
He think that metal is the best.
He's a thousand miles away,
but he seems so much closer.
We make each other happy.
He's shy and nerdy,
I outgoing and reserved and nerdy.
I'm not beautiful,
But he still tells me I am.
He's handsome,
But he won't believe me.
He's a little older,
I a wee bit younger.
He's so strong and sturdy and ***** and trustworthy
I so broken
He's like the glue of my broken ceramic heart.

And yet despite all these differences,
He and I fit so well together
like puzzle pieces,
meant to be.