even when there is black clouds for miles  in the sky
just keep going because there is always light on the otherside

I saw a little boy
running across the street,
He had a satchel on his back,
but no shoes on his feet.

Don't know what struck me,
I ran from the window to the balcony,
To get a better view of the child.

I felt a strange pang in my heart
to see him run past the shanties.
My eyes followed him till he entered one of the houses
with brick walls and thacthed roof.
Yes, he's one those million children
who still dream of school.

Do you believe in angels?
Well, now, I do...
Yet it makes me wonder,
Doesn't He deserve a good life too?

You dare to judge those you don’t know
Just a black and white picture
And maybe to you they are a broken figure
That you would have be erased by a pencil
But your judgment is fools work
You know nothing about their colors or there stripes
When you look twice it might bring the picture to light
A hero you didn’t see before
But you stuck them down before they could be more
Painting to the colorblind you only see black and white so in your eyes no one could truly shine '

The wake of friendship,
now rests upon the shore,
For it is your smiles and laughter,
which I adore,

Floating slow,
beneath the light,
free from pain,
open to delight,

Your families are home,
warm and safe,
But here you roam,
excitement you chase,

Here I sit,
upon the bay,
joy-ridden and content,
you have made my day.

I am that creepy stare
Across the hall.
The weird laugh
In the crowd.
The shortest one
ever.
The girl who just
Wants to be happy.
The girl who looks happy
But is so empty.
Who wants to travel.
Who wants to go
To college far away.
Who wants to speak
3 languages.
Who wants to be
Famous.
Who loves a good book.
Who cries when
Sherlock dies/not.
Who smiles at the thought
Of others smiling.
Who likes older men cause
She has daddy issues.
Who has an old soul.
Who likes girls way more
Than she should.
Who writes poetry
To get her feelings
Out.
Who takes art seriously and
Tries her best not to
Make art on her wrists.
Who wants the best for
The people she loves.
Who wants to make magic
With Harry potter.
Who just wants to fit in.
Who wants to be
Happy.
Who wants to smile for
Real.
Who wants to live.

I'm sure there is more but it's 7 ******* A.M. And I'm tired as ****.
x

I hope the multiverse theory is true
and there’s infinite me and infinite you.
And due to the nature of infinite chance,
there’s a world where we have had time to dance,
there’s a world where we’re happy,
a world where we’re sad,
a world where I’m playing mom and you’re playing dad.
In one universe I was never born.
In one universe your ACL’s torn.
I’ll cry for the worlds where we’ve never met,
but in one world you’re Romeo and I’m Juliet.

Right off the bat, I want to remind you that I'm not sorry.
That being said.
Sometimes, I empathize with
Lady Macbeth
and her perpetually stained hands.
More often, I sympathize with
Pontius Pilate
and his hands that never got *****.