Those who are prominently the quite ones ,
are those who,
I find,
to who see the most in life,
They see the little things that effect us in the largest of ways,
every tear shed,
and the look in your eye when you are hurt,
Take moment to notice what’s going on around you,
To listen for their silent pleads for help,
We are hurting,
We won’t tell.

I once heard that a good writer takes something that makes them feel and with that makes others feel,
I want to make you feel what I felt,
all the pain all the insecurities,
not to hurt you but just so that you may understand,
When we were little we all had ridiculous dreams fantasies of princesses and dragons,
and our knight in shining armor,
But quite honestly our practicalities have not changed,
Getting ready for school on this day I left to fight another dragon hoping my prince would come and save me.

one touch,
wouldn't be enough,
your all I want and more,
hold me tight,
all through the night,
make my body sore,
kiss my lips,
and other bits,
leave me wanting more.

Is sanity that super model we see on tv,
starving to death,
and half dead,
with regret?
or is it the politicians who wear fake smiles,
and lie for a living,
will that ever be forgiven?
We try to be like the people,
broken inside
and die trying
but why?

Tho the distance,
Daring,
Your sweet and carrying,
And I know,
Our love is true
Be my Poo,
And I'll be your honey,
We'll be the perfect two.

In a life where childhood is joy,
Utter bliss,
Where we are oblivious to the,
Pain,
And destruction,
Are we supposed to grow up?
Really?
Do they want us to know,
Know what our world is coming to?
But the question at hand is,
Do they want to keep us young for,
Our good,
Or theirs?