Sharp tongues do damage quicker than blade could manage.
Deeply scaring the mind, which in turn takes time.
Step light little princess,
Heading advice and walking with care
So as to not attract unwanted stares,
Speak when spoken to
and give pause
to process a slogan.
Think aloud only if you are alone,
inking pride deep inside.
Pretty papers leave trails that can be followed,
leaving you to weave lies that can’t be swallowed.

Warm sun upon my face,
cool earth on my back.
A wisp of wind, and flowers of all colors,
like a world of stained glass
moving back and forth with the warm air.
I breath a deep satisfying breath
that fills my soul with all the colors of the world.
The wind moving through the trees
are like the earth's great breath.
I am a child again,
free from my worldly duties.
My mind drifts, like the birds on the wind above,
back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth, with the rhythm of the earth.

You see this smile I force
but what you don't see
is what is really happening
I'm not always confident
I'm really just a good actor.
I may look happy
but I'm not really.

Who do you you want me to be?
Someone like you?
Someone like everyone else?
I can't do that.
I can't be who you want me to be.
I can't be that girl.
I can't be that perfect.

You see the scars
but you don't see the pain.
You see the lies
with the truth not to be found.
This is how I feel
but you'll probably never see
the real me.

I'm so afraid to tell anyone
about how i really feel.
I know I should see someone
but no one believes me.
My mom wouldn't believe me.
How would I tell her?
How would I tell you?

Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can't forget
Autumn was love and fret
Winter is not upon thee yet.

Autumn has three months,
Where leaves are by counted by the millionth,
Autumn is the time to find some shoes
While the season after brings us the blues.

Autumn is colour and life
Autumn was when you hug your wife.
Autumn is all alone
Autumn was blissful and blown.

Please come save my body from my soul.
Even my fingernails ache with the weight
Of those thousand wine-induced truths.
Every eyelash carries a lost dream,
Neverlands and rain on windshields
In which I go nowhere in the night in a car
I can’t drive.

And my calloused heels!
Imperfections rendered by faulty directions,
U-Turns,
And Leaps of Faith

I’m surprised when my chest still rises and falls
And that breath still whistles through my nose
When all these bricks lay there,
Heavy and unmoved.

My body will someday reject me,
I fear.
Too many sleepless nights and coffee cups
Will shatter me

So please save me

These memories are part of me, they're wrapped around my soul,
Each sound you make is joyful but it's not me that you hold.
Time has lessened little pain from when the wounds were new,
When you left me with a void that nothing can undo.
I'm not completely bitter, happiness I do still feel,
Like when I think about the kisses you'll never get to steal.
Your hands were rough and worn, I still feel them on my skin,
As gentle as they were, the monster lived within.
At first it hardly showed, then slowly more and more,
And it didn't go away until it found what it craved for.
Before I could react, it was far too late,
The boy I thought I loved began to slip away.
I swear I tried to help, but I wasn't strong enough,
I couldn't save the boy I thought that I had loved.

"Slow down", she said.
"We're all just so restless,
We can't seem to sit still.
Moving too fast...
Just to throw it all away."

No one seems to think
for themselves anymore.
Bound ever so tightly
to the crowd.
Oblivious to the weight
that's dragging them down.

The best of intentions
are rotted away in the end.
Lamenting poor decisions,
and the way time was spent.

We're just fading away.
Believing in the mainstream.
Fading away...
Nothing's what it may seem.

How we crush our emotions,
until we are numb to the core.
Sedating ourselves,
always wanting "something more".

As hammers pound away above my head and the worker bees shuffle to keep in pace with a singsong hymn, you know that I am lost. Lost in a world of dreams and magic. Distracted by my own enchanted daydream I lose sight of reality as it truly exists. My reality is bland and full of repetition but at night, when the moon comes out and the stars shine, anything becomes possible. I feel your warmth. Your arms tight around my mid section. Your heartbeat pounding like a drum as you rest your weary head in the nook between my shoulder. The gentle tickle of your fingers caressing my arm and I once again feel alive. Feel your love. Just a taste of your existence and I need more. Call me an addict because that’s not far from the truth. I feed my addiction with a box full of memories and a slumber that makes my day feel inferior. Why wake up? Why, ever, wake up?