At the Golden glorious gates of Heaven stand I,
In meek merit and weakness divine, unable to enter.
Looking in at the white and red, and ample boughs,
Trembling with fear: feverish with desire of thought.

Approach I the glimmering constant gates,
Wrought out of my being and fibres.
My weakness and strength, my thoughts and ignorances'
And moulded in my lacks, and my fire and awe
Rings out in defiance and mockery of myself
but it echoes my heralds and welcomes my approach.

He kissed her
a kiss so seducing
and deep. It caused
the angels to faint
and the demons
to weep. The earth
almost got knocked
off it's axis as it watched
and shouted out loud
for an applause to watch
it again on repeat* ~

There is something between us
Something which is indefinable and inexplicable.
Something unimaginable and something just so fantastic that it can't be defined or even
Written down.

therefore...
Here I stop

Punk lips in perpetual paralysis,
and they're too afraid to let them kiss.
Too afraid to try to let it last
because of the blurs in their past.

I think the kids are in trouble.
Hanging out with temporary people;
making the wrong times never stop.
Smoking dreams with glass lovers
to indie sonnets and neon power pop.

The world knows they can pretend,
and it's their hearts they can't defend
from the illusion of what they could be,
and the loneliness of what they'll never see.

They skate the pavement until the sun sits,
and drink ***** from water bottles until their hurt slurs.
It's the preparation of tomorrow and what it may not bring
that makes every moment before, everything.

They're scared because it's real,
and I'm scared because they're scared.

Waiting, always waiting
Tears stream down her face
She still dreams of happy endings
Innocence, long lost in her fantasy
She misses love stories
that were never for real
The boy didn't choose her
Said she needed some help
Out of touch with reality
If he only knew her dreams
their infinite beauty
She's hopeless, but hoping
Her mind, her own enemy
Battles fought and battles lost
All inside her heart and soul
She's hoping, always hoping
Someday she'll be happy again.

She was losing herself
Her sleeve stained with red
She was praying and hoping
No one would ever tell

Once again, not so innocent girl
She cried herself to sleep
One last time, her life slowly
dripping out of her wrist

She looked through old photographs
Escaping from reality
Crying silently as she watched
Walking in her memories

"And to think we all wanted to grow up"