Truth be told I love a boy.
He rocks my world and he lives in another.
There are stars in his eyes and he sees beauty in everything.
We are made for one another.

But Truth be told boy,
You're already dead.
Hit by a smooth criminal right in the head.

Truth be told boy,
You should've seen it coming.
That "Angel" of yours is really just a siren.
She plays on your emotions and your heartbreak.
Dude she's not from heaven.
Let her go.

I am a Fiddler on the Roof.
Someone like me is rare.
Daring enough to put my life on the line,
Make my presence known and there.

But I am a villager.
A mama nonetheless.
I get my hair pulled out,
My heart pulled out.
Then I have to clean the mess.

The Russians!
They torture us with
Pogroms and demonstrations.
The Constable their leader
In conquering many nations.

My soul is the Fiddler.
A simple sound happy on its own.
My love is whats keeping me on the roof.
I wants to grow and grow.

A villager and a Russian.
That is what I want, why I was sent.
Arm in arm with the Constable.
Happy to life´s end.
I can change things.

I am a Fiddler on the Roof.
Ready to change tradition!!!!

Moonlight.
Lights up the night.
Keeps you out of the dark.
It casts a defiant sheen over life.

She is his moonlight.
She lights up the night.
She keeps him out of the dark.... sometimes.
But she's defiant, and she wants everything that is not hers.

Sunshine.
Brilliant and stunningly bright.
Adds a sparkle to his life.
Keeps you out of the dark but also brings light.

I want to be his sunshine.
I want to add a sparkle to his life and his eyes.
I would keep it light,
Fun loving and free.
Just the way young kids should be.

The moon gets it light from the sun.
I am no longer her ghost.
She will be my ghost.
She will want what I have,
And what I love most.
I will not be her follower.
I'm going to take him far.
I will be my own star.
I will get him away from the world and bring him to the stars above.
I will bring him to me. And the universe will too.
I will be his sunshine....... Someday at least.

The sun does not need a moon.
The moon needs a sun.
I am no longer the moon.
My journey to the sun has begun.

Love is as blind as a bat.
It is cold,
Stubborn,
And cruel as well.
But love is also the bag of ice to make your wounds not swell.

Sometimes I want to scream and slap him in the face.
Make him see the things I do.
Give him the wisdom of an elephant,
And make him know love when it is true.

Love is blind as a bat.
He doesn't see what she is doing to him.
Love is a daze and a tornado in the summer.
He gets caught up in a storm not meant for him.
Love is mean,
And tough.
And yes rough,
And I'll be there when he's had enough.

I'll be here waiting for him when he realizes she is not the right person for him to be with. I'll be here when he gets cataract surgery and finally sees we belong together. I'll be here when he is no longer as blind as a bat.

Blind as a Bat

At some point you will be knocked down,
Maybe by bullies,
Maybe by something unknown.
Maybe by something you know is bad,
But you can't push it away because you're scared.

You would think someone would catch you,
Especially the person you love,
But what if they disappear with you in their arms?
What if their spirit turned into a dove?

What if you are neglected when you need their warmth the most?
What if you know they have feelings
But they love someone more?
What do you do if they act you don't exist and pass through you as if you are a ghost?

He was there to catch me when I fell,
That much is a miracle.
But my soul has gone to the Upside Down,
And left there just to dwell.

Safe yourself the pain,
Keep feeling 22 for heck sakes,
You could stay or you could go,
Or you could save yourself the pain.
The most miraculous thing of all,
Would be if you keep your guard up
And look before you fall.

When I say I am missing something,
It may mean I lost something.
It may mean something lost me.
But everything I say is missing is still within reach.

Monsters are after me,
And I don't know why.
A great storm surrounds me
With all of it's might.
It's me,
All alone.
Watching the horror,
Only a sliver of hope and love making a glimmer.
Every time I see his face,
I want to cry and scream.
Who sees her heart ripped out and thrown away?
That is me.

When I say something is missing,
It means my life is something less without it.

Missing

Look at the girl,
She's flawless.
Her inner beauty shines so bright.
You have to try and play keep-away,
Try with all your might.
She is Flawless.

She says she trusts you,
But you know she does not.
She wants to keep him all to herself,
And she has tied you in a knot.
She is not Flawless.

Look at yourself,
You're definitely NOT flawless.
You may have inner beauty but it is dull and unliving,
Your glasses make your eyes seem too big
And your friends are unforgiving.
You are not Flawless.

No one is Flawless,
No one is Perfect,
No one is You,
And you are You in every aspect.

Be Yourself,
No matter how crazy you are.
You may not belong here,
But there is always somewhere afar.
You are flawless in your own way.

Flawless

I exist to change this world.
I exist to change myself.
I exist to show the world
That it is much more than itself.

I exist to find the one,
The one I'll know in an instant.
I exist to make people understand
That pure feeling can still be distant.

I exist to prove to myself that love is real,
That love is not tragical.
I exist to make myself believe
That love is really magical.

I Exist

When that magic moment happens,
When time and place stand still.
Your first kiss should be special,
And no matter what it will.
Some are in front of a memorable place,
But the real magic is in the special person's face.
A kiss is pure emotion packed into something small,
Something full of energy,
Like a rubber bouncy ball.
Your mind will know when it is time,
But it is your first kiss,
And the bells take time to chime.

I watch helplessly,
My heart an abyss.
At my crush giving up,
Feeling hopeless.
He has gone back and forth like a Newton's Cradle,
And to me,
At least,
Giving up is a fable.

Giving Up

As I watched the boy with the smile give a note to another girl.
As I watched the boy with the balloon give me a smile.
As I thought I was finding my way.
As I realized I was losing my soul because of so called love.
I realized it was worth it.

Love is worth losing my soul if I can stare into his eyes and call him mine.

Losing my soul

Episodes are tragic things,
But are they really flashbacks?
What if you were to have true sight?
Wouldn't that be a knockback?

Everything seems so vivid and real,
The feeling is so much surreal.
Terror tingles up your spine,
It isn't that much fun.
But sometimes you can't say go away.
You just have to run.

Run before you burst into tears.
Run away from your very worst fears.
A fear of something everyone says is not real,
A fear of something you don't even know is here.
Run away from not being loved,
Run away to try and reach the above.
Run and hide,
Hiding is what you do best.
In just very one episode,
Your life becomes a mess.

Episode

Who do you take to the snow ball?
What do you do to avoid the fall?
Do you have anyone to love you at all?

You go to the Snow Ball with someone you like,
Not friends but something more.
There is something special in a person's eyes
That'll drop your jaw to the floor.

When there is a perfect guy you know,
Your mind isn't made up and wrapped in a bow.
This decision could change your view,
Even of you.

The Snow Ball

Why
        is
           a
             word,
                       but
                             also
                                    a
                                      question.
                ­                                     Love
                                                              is­
                                                                ­  a
                                                                ­    word,
                                                       ­                     but also an emotion.                                                         ­         
                                                       ­       
                                                                ­            

Words are much more than words I dare say.
They may seem like nothing,
But they always have a way.
The only time our simple brains find  this out
Is when we descend the stairs and we never come out.

We have to climb the stairs any way we can,
Once we descend we lose sight of our entire life span.
Descending the stairs is risky,
And frightening.
But if you find your way up,
Your heart will glow like lightning.

Descend the stairs,
Take the risk.
Just take your time,
It doesn't have to be brisk.

Descend the Stairs

Every morning,
Gloomy or not,
They find each other at the meeting spot.
A place for them,
A place for a pair,
Who love each other with no compare.

Why do I not have a meeting spot?
Doesn't my soul matter too?
My perfect boy means the world to me,
And I believe we are the perfect two.

It may not be Castle Byers,
A magical place in the woods.
But it could be the back of the school,
And isn't that just as good?

The Meeting Spot

Life is a game we play.
It can be cruel and
                                awful
                                          and painful.
But when you think about it,
there are not that many bad things, just a handful.
There are things to live for,
                                           like friends,
                                        family,
                                                  and even Love.
Life is a game made by God and sent down from above.
        Life can be hardening and emotionally tiring,
         But Life teaches you what to do when you hear a gun firing.
When you are beside yourself,
                                                and think you are dying,
  Remember you haven't beaten Life and you have to keep trying.
Many people mistake Love for Life,
                                                        even though they are merely siblings.
Neither is whole without the other,
                                                          alone they each need filling.
Love is sweet but can be the hardest on your soul,
                     While Life is there to help love grow.

                                                 Life is a game,
                                           But Love is the name.

One of my dearest friends asked me about my life.
I simply replied  "It is filled with strife."
                                                                    Little did I know.
The very next day changed everything,
                                                                    my feelings,
                                            point of view.
There was a boy worth the world to me,
                                                and I was lost on what to do.
                      Little did I know.
                              One of the days, something happened,
           something wonderful and true.
                        I found out we have the same favorite color.
That color is blue.
                               Little did I know.
            At the end of the term we were taking tests,
But one little moment stole my mind and heart from the rest.
                         Little did I know I was in love.

The colors of my dreams vary from
                                                                 blue
                                                                           to pink
                                                                                           to green
                             The prettiest colors you have ever seen.
Some are dark as dark can be,
                                                    some are bright and filled with glee.
  The only thing they all possess
                                          is the very same thing that makes me a mess.
They all have a power over my heart,
                                                           a power that I hate but can not part.
A certain love that can not be denied,
                                                      A certain love that is fueled with pride.
A certain love is what it seems,
                                                  A certain love and color of my dreams.

Why am I forever cursed
To love a man who loves me not,
Who thinks of me as no more than a friend,
When I'll love him to the end.

I'm broken down for no apparent reason,
Its almost as if I've been accused of treason.
I love this kid with the brightest smile.
I swear it seems to go on for miles.
No one understands what I feel,
What I think.
My mind is everything but the kitchen sink.
All that matters is him,
Right there.
Taking in his somehow warm, blue stare.
Sometimes I wonder if he is worth the pain,
But then I remember with pain there is gain.
I look at him, and I realize
that I am in love,
And it's the greatest surprise.