You are lungs, left breathless,
A mind left thoughtless
and a heart that ceases to beat,

Romantic tragedy, dear friends,
completely,

For no one knows, indeed why the wind blows,
or why it doesn't just take us with it,
sweeping us off the ground, never to return to the misery,
we had once known,

Let the rain dance,
as leaves fall like scattered emotion,
and send out cries,
cries for someone to create a potion,
to stop this bitter notion from carrying on unnoticed,

Let the rain dance,
across the tounges of the artistic hippies,
looking for a new gentle high,
or so called "stress relief",
to stop the pain from becoming more than a mental bother,

Let the rain dance,
as a form of tranquility,
for those who may need it,
let it dance,
in a pitter patter of self confidence,
laced with hope,

Let it dance,
for who ever may need the happiness they just can't
seem to find in themselves

Do we all not have our ups and downs?
have we all not had our reoccurring thoughts,
that just make you want your mind to shut up,

Have we all not stayed up for hours,
just because we couldn't sleep,
or possibly because you just didn't want to,

Do these questions make your mind ache?
and make you think of reoccuring sorrow,
while loosing the hope for a better tomorrow,

Can we explain the minds process of healing,
without revealing too much of ourselves,
and without letting all those bitter thoughts come out,

You know, those thoughts,
the ones that you dare not speak,
in an attempt to look, not so weak,

The ones that leave you laying in bed,
without sleeping a wink,
and you pull the covers over your eyes as the sun comes up, and shines bright,

The thoughts that leave you feeling hollow,
and not giving you anything to fill the voids,
in your ever so empty soul

You once said I would never change,
and this is what it became.

Can a girl not change?
do storm clouds in the darkest of nights not become rain,
are we all not left broken in the end,
left to pick up and begin again,
a little less hopeful than when we came,

I'd scream these questions to the high heavens,
if only I knew that the answer would beckon,
and come back to me with ease,
instead of tormenting my head with constant repitition,
in which inslaves me with dread,
and I realize, these questions, will haunt me until the end,

But really,

Can a girl not change?
she could very well focus on the bright light,
instead of waiting for the rain,
she could very well begin again, and start fresh,
forgetting the questions that torment her head,
realizing that there are things to be done,
things to be said,
and poetry, to be read.

Rip me to shreds, only to sew me up, yet again,
for how else is a young girl to learn to mend,
even the most tattered and broken pieces that remain,

But worry not, cause it gets better,
hearts beat, and butterflies flutter,
oh so gracefully, through my stomach,
to tell me that I am oh so in love,

And as I float on my own little cloud,
far away from this horrid little town,
to a place where the pursuit of happiness can be found,
indeed, a place where my thoughts don't fly round and round,
not letting anything catch them,
but my inner demons,
only to tear them to shreds anyway