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I swear I tried to keep these thoughts of you
From creeping in, but what was I to do?
Was I to **** the thoughts I can’t forget?
I’m sorry love, I can’t forget you yet.
I can’t forget the things you’ve done to me
And everything you’ve helped me learn to be.
And as you fill my thoughts and change my soul,
I start to feel a little bit more whole.
And when the clock strikes twelve, though I’m asleep,
And when I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
I swear I cannot curb these thoughts of mine
Which stray, and stray to you, but I don’t mind.
In waking hours, I feel as though I dream.
For thoughts of you are all sweet dreams to me.
And you should know I think of you always
And try as though I might, these feelings stay.
He looked at her as if she was the moon and he was the tides
Everything she did pulled him closer to her side
Her eyes twinkled like stars in the sky
For she is the moon and he’s just some guy
Some guy who will go to the ends of the earth
Some guy who’s been waiting for her since his birth
But just so you know, nothing is as it seems
For it is not men that live in her dreams
We are inherently weak
deep down inside
we never feel strong enough
So we tether ourselves
to things we think are strong

We look for the biggest tree to climb
to hold us way up in the sky

But it isn't until the tree starts swaying
That we question if maybe
we shouldn't be so trusting

We forget to test the strength
before we put up our own weight

Leaving us in a great plight
when things don't go right
because we didn't have an escape plan
we trusted what looked to be strength
looks can be deceiving and so can words. The only thing that truly matters is action.
I called the lone parrot passing over my head

from the blue
i won't fly to you

it said

forgot the love i gave?

but you made me your slave
to repeat your chosen line
to voice your chosen tune
my life was not mine

so from the blue
i won't ever fly to you


she affirms the parrot escaped

but i know one dull afternoon in March
she let the bird fly away
being too weary of the chosen line.
Lady Luna sing to me
As I lay ‘neath this cherry tree
As I lay here in darkest night
That hides your ever loving light
Oh, Lady Luna show your face
And let me feel your glow’s embrace
Let notes of song that you compose
Sing to me in my repose
As I lay underneath these boughs
Of green and fruitless, soft, white flow’rs
Please sing to me your sweet refrain
I’ll never be the same again
Sometimes words speak themselves
Sometimes hands move on their own
Sometimes, just sometimes, ideas leap to life
And they do it all alone

That’s the magic of a muse
When the world is colors and words
And not clouds and rainy days
But sunshine and happy little birds

And you sing write me write me
Well okay if you insist
But if you insist so vehemently
I must insist on this

Let me write you as I write you
Please, do not complain
For while muse may not come easy
Success is even harder to obtain

Not every word is perfect
In fact, most are not
But please do not begrudge me
It may be harder than you thought

To take your inspiration
And turn it into gold…
Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet now
And do as I am told
Just because you can’t hear me doesn’t mean I’m not there.
Every moment is a waking nightmare
Of anxiety and all I see’s a dangerous path that leads to apathy.
Just because I’m still kicking and breathing and fighting
Doesn’t mean that I’m not struggling
Doesn’t mean that I’m not juggling every single task
With kicking, breathing, and fighting just to stay afloat.
Just to keep from drowning.
Just to keep from shaking and crying and breaking and dying and
Screaming out to the world

I am not okay!

And you know what that’s okay.
Because I don’t have to be okay every single day just to be able to say
Everything is fine.
Everything is not fine.
And when the world comes crashing down around you
And you feel like you’re about to burst because of all the emotions that you aren’t feeling
And when the world starts reeling and spinning under your feet
And you feel like you’re sinning because you don’t feel complete,
Take a moment

To breathe.

Because no matter what you believe
One day you will feel again
You’ll feel the sun on your face, a loved one’s embrace and then
You’ll finally feel
alive.
I wrote this because whenever I see stories of depression, I never see one that I can really relate to my story. So, I figured I might as well tell it.

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