Yellow, brown, gold, and red.
Colored leaves will soon be dead.

If God loves us then why do so many young and loved ones have to die?
And if good loves us why do people want, destroy others and cry?
If God loves us then why is the world rife with pain?
If he loves us then why do these things happen? It's driving me insane!

Now I'm far from a rocket scientist, but I do belive the answer to these questions is
That if the world didn't have needs, then we wouldn't need a God
Now I know that that answer does seem kind of odd
But I believe that terrible tragedies happen so we stubborn humans would actually call on his name
Because we love to pray when rain clouds come over our lives but not when the weather is calm and tame

Have you ever Heard a silence
so deafening It screams

How about a room so empty
Your crowded thoughts consume you

A love so strong
You wonder if its even true

A man so perfect
You can't believe he chose you

A sky so blue
You wonder the name of the hue

A heart so pained
That its numb

A love so true
Theres no way it was meant for  you

my tiny frame has hardened
the porcelain of my skin
just a pretty shell around steel
burning steel, red hot
hot with fire and flames
flames concealed with baby face and blue eyes
there is a strength behind my pretty face
a strength derived by not being strong
no longer a pretty sunshine song
but a heavy beat that resembles rock
no more beautiful marble pristine
but red hot coals that fuel the heat

There's something here
I'm sorry you're to blind to see it
but how, how can you not see
that you meant, you mean everything to me

There was always something here
from giggles over the years
and awkward silences that screamed
Oh how i wish i could tell you

There finally was, we were
we were the teenage romance
a story of struggle, laughter, and adventure
a story john green would be proud of

but then, you closed the book
distracted by new places, new adventures
but here i am, book open
ready to write new chapters

The taste of you lingers
Not like him not like
Strawberries, sweet strawberries
But like bad yogurt

You were supposed to be good for me
But you, you were artificially sweetened
With broken promises and false labels
A flaming feminist, who burned like acid

You were supposed to be good for me
But your sweetness turned sour
Butterflies turned to nausea
A sour aftertaste no amount of strawberries could erase

I wish the sour taste would go
That it would leave me alone
So i could enjoy the strawberries
I longed so much to taste but,

Your taste lingers
Even after months of strawberries
And weeks of salt
Your sour taste lingers

you say that when i’m skinny
i’ll be pretty,
but don’t you see that now
i smile easily,
and my eyes look like the stars?
don't you see that my laughter
sounds like a song,
and my feet are lighter
and nothing weighs me down?
you say i will be pretty,
but don’t you see that i already am,
that i always have been?
don’t you see i am much more than
pretty,
that i am someone with dreams,
with hope and light?

I know you won't fall for me,
But you will fall eventually,
And when you do
I promise she'll be there to catch you.