December fifth twenty eleven
Hopeless
I don't know how I got this way
How I ended up so astray
The money's run out
The flowers all gone
I need to keep going strong

But it's hopeless
To be optimistic in a world
That tears you down
To Hop Heave Hurry Hurdle Hustle
my way through this ever turning playground

It's HOPELESS
I want to scream to the heavens.
Why persevere?

Because
If I don't, i fear
I'll loose myself.
Fall into the black oblivion
and lay in the laps of those who share that opinion.
That is not my Fate!

Hopeless.
I'm not.
I have the power to make myself better
Through any kind of weather
I push on.
I'm strong.
I'll end up where I belong.

So close yet so far away. I wish that I could drive to you and that you'd let me stay. To be in your arms is something of a magic carpet ride. The way I feel about you I'll never be able to hide. Be as your from a different place, It makes it hard for me. Two weeks have gone since we have been able to just be. Late night conversations, and whispered texts of how we feel. These are the only ways I get to hold you near. But in nine days I won't delay I'll rush right to your side, and crawl under your covers where I'll finally be able to hide.

My stomach hurts,
My heads a mess.
I want to get out of this dress.
A bubble bath is what I need.
With the candles lit and the smells of sea weeds.
I can't believe I feel this way,
"I never get sick" I always say.
Well I'm eating my words,
It *****, alot.
I just wanna find my cot.
Good night world, I'll sleep it off.
and I close my eyes with one last cough.

Dancing in my bathroom without a care in the world. The music playing as softly as the world its self would turn. I am alone, myself, with a mirror reflecting the truth. Why can't I be this person without this close-packed space. I wish I could show the world the beauty behind the face. I know I'm something special, as everyone seems to say, but why can't I just let go and always act this way.  Each arm is filled with passion, each foot with delicacy, my body bleeds of want, my face shows nothing but need. I'm eager for the coming move, and want to get it out. I am carefree, and daring, and filled with unwarranted clout.  I made a vow through the coming move, that I would finally let go. I want to be able to let the world see the true Siera show. As I come to first position, with my arms down by my side, I hit the light switch open the door and scurry out with pride. I finally know who I'm supposed to be. It is very cool to know. I walk right to my mother to tell her I'm ready to go.  She looks at me with a smile, and asks me what I want. Maybe I can take my vow and move it back a month.

It's too good to be true. So many skies of blue We are like two birds with the world for us to conquer. Our faith will be our shelter.

**** the world.

We are free, free to passion, love, and lust. Break us down if you feel you must. But to our souls you'll never go for your minds are     Way.     Too.      Slow.
You think of standards, food, and status. We think of art, influence, and madness, but you break us down just like a knife. I feel sorry you'll never know the way the world should really go. Open your eyes and breath it in. You won't just live a world of sin. Life is whatever you want to make it.

So embrace adventure, love, and live.

I wish I knew a way to make it better,
but since I don't I'm writing you this letter.
I'm sorry I'm selfish and noncommittal.
My loving side is just oh so little.
I don't know what to do with the feelings I have.
I'm confused and upset and don't want to make you sad.
I wish I knew why I was having so much trouble.
Maybe I'm just scared I'll end up like a puddle.
I'll loose you and hurt and melt right away,
all because I just couldn't say
I love you, and mean it.

I'm sorry. I mm you. Forgive me. Good Night.

Nights of fun
Without the sun.
The snow that falls
like happy calls of excitement.
The moon light eliminating.
My world is mysterious.