You are as unclear as lake water,
at the same time so potable.
Like a vivid night sky,
filled with light pollution
from all the city lights.

Uncovered like the people
in renaissance paintings.
Camouflaged in the great open,
A chameleon in all colors.
Hidden like the new moon.

Present but never there to be seen.
Stated as existent, but bares in darkness.

I want you to be proud of me
I know that you never will be

You think that everything I go through in life is just a phase

You make me feel like I'm diseased,
I'm nothing if I'm not just like you or what you expect me to be

I'm not perfect, you're not perfect

So why can't you accept me?

It was just missing you . . .
I was missing you
Why I was missing you more than any other day was a mystery to me
I guess it was my brain telling me
'Wake up, you actually care about someone'
But you are someone that I've always cared about and I won't stop caring

This world has turned ugly
Faces become so unclear
Innocence no longer exists
Youth are robots
Adolescents are suicidal
Adults are unsatisfied
*** is considered love now
*** is a drug,
Spilled into the young minds of today

She's
not just a girl.
No, one cannot simply
call her a girl.

She's
a storm,
a storm with skin, bound by
passion and dreams.

She's
a temptation,
her body a fire,
My senses a helpless moth.

She's
a maestro,
her laugh being
the sweetest symphony of all.

She's
a lioness,
the way she perseveres,
fights, and defends.

She's
a diamond,
brilliant and rare,
to be cherished and protected.

She's
a mile,
but only if
beauty was an inch.

The sky holds the stars at night and puts a brighter light against the water to hide those stars

The sun is that brighter light that wants these days to be filled with life

The clouds bring darkness, beautiful rain drops that fall from the sky and drip into the ground

The moon, a mystery, when brains splatter against pillows to function dreams and the craters on the moon gently kiss the foreheads of billions dead or alive for sweet dreams