nothing like going back
to the golden days
when getting up 20 minutes earlier
was a fun thing
to put on a bit of mascara
and lipgloss;
the blush was natural.
now 20 minutes of sleep
seems like a treasure,
worth everything
and never to be given up.
back when laughter was sunflower yellow,
music was neon blue,
and friends were a sweet purple,
their smiles like lavender
addicting and easy to find.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
when choosing the font for a paper
was an hour long experience;
the funnest part of writing anything.
now no writing matters
to anyone
unless it's 12pt font,
Times New Roman,
double spaced,
and with a heading in the top left corner.
back when school was light,
homework was a breeze,
and the only thunderstorms
were those that involved
coffee shops, window seats,
and copious amounts of hot chocolate.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
filled with warmth
and honey
and a whole lot of butterflies.

You’ve spent your life afraid
that you would never be enough,
or that you would be too much,
but Darling, my love,
you are just right for me.
Balance, perfection, completion,
connection.
We were made to fit into each others missing pieces.

There's a time for love a time for hate
A time to apologize
A time for war a time for peace
To open wide our eyes

A time that is worth saving
A time to toss away
Just make sure the toss away
Stays down in the grave

There's a time to look within
A time to look without
A time for preservation
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

A time for understanding
A time to right the wrongs
A time to join together
Blending into one

There's a time to search the meaning of
A time that is well spent
A time to let it go
And not care where it went

A time to get a grip
That some things you can't change
What other people do
Sometimes along the way

There's a time for feeling up
A time for feeling down
A time you feel you've had enough
But go it one more round

There's a time you come to realize
There always is a time
In all you say in all you do
In all the time you find

If Fate were ever to be kind,
If Hope could ever stay alive.
If You would please stay in my life,
Maybe I’d find my peace of mind.

You could never stop drowning me
With your eternal lies
But oh! Your eternal eyes!
Pierced my shallow heart.
You told me that you loved me,
the most permanent of all scars.

Are you sure?
I've never really noticed.

You did a lot of huffing,
I did a lot of coughing.

I've never been sure of your intentions,
Were you looking to build me up from a faulty foundation?

Favoring straw over stone, cause you never really liked this settlement that much to begin with.

Your icy words did little to warm my tiny, dingy rooms, plummeting in my fireplace like soaked logs.

With the continuing weight,
I was forced further down.

Yet you had provided,
that was your thing.

For quality you had no regard,
It was all about quantity.

Money over love,
duty over kind words,
outer appearances over warm hearts.

You could have turned me into a mansion,
yet after all these years I remain a hut.

A shoddy and run-down hut.

Are you sure you're a father?