She's sorry
She isn't ready

She's still learning to eat her own food
She's still trying to decide for her own good
She's still straightening up her hind legs
She's still arranging the thoughts inside her head

She just want her own life to be planned
She's just assuring that you are the right one

I am the flower that didn't bloom,
The broken record, out of tune,
Oh won't you love me, please hear my plight,
Because you're the thing my mind plays at night,
A rich symphony in your right,
I give into you without a fight,
You fill my lungs with much needed air,
You can't go,
Don't even dare,
For without you, I fall apart,
And that unbloomed flower, left, with a broken heart.

Don't tell me you understand
because you don't

at the age of three
you didn't lose your father

spend
countless therapy sessions
with brave smiles
and shaky trust

yes, I'm here now, barely
and you're trying to tell me
everything is going to be okay

but you're wrong

I'm searching for the type of love
only a father gives
and I can't bring myself to stop

I have this stupid belief that
he's out there
and this has all been a joke

but  truly I've gotten it all backwards
I'm the joke
and if you knew how I really felt- surely you'd send me away

If you want to gain fame
Use your talent, show no shame

If you want to express your feelings
An artist, we know, is very revealing

If you want to help the one's in need
Don't be selfish, share your seeds

If you want to see the future
Science will consume you, I can assure

If you want to travel to different places
Start taking little steps so you can have progress

If you want to see your real purpose and achieve success
Don't be afraid to lose, just give your best

I saw fire
It is burning my eyes
It says hi
It looks really nice
We chat for a while
Telling tales
We trade smiles
Til' night stopped sun rays
He got up
Saying goodbye
It thought that I didn't see
The secret is he's not really
The chills hide under its tail
The coldness is everyday

I noticed and laugh
Fire is ironically tough