I dreamed a lucid dream
All I was aware
It contained a regular day of errands.
It was a dark dream
I some-why couldn't bare

Why did I breakdown...in both the dream and reality?

Chocolate is great
It's really neat
But, to be the color, it's bittersweet
This is the experience of a lifetime that Hersheys must undergo
To read, to be told, to hear
That it's almost good enough
Almost pretty enough, almost smart enough
Too reserved and mannered to be this and that
Tears down almost all confidence that Hershey has
It takes away it's natural state
Like a Hershey left in the heat
It takes a while for that Hershey to find beauty again within itself, to find a true acceptance to who it really is, and the discover it's identity
To understand that it won't always make ends meet
But that Hershey will overcome this phase
That made it's life a living maze
The Hershey will wake up
Look in the mirror and see they are somebody
with a cocked up head
will forget what everyone said
and the microaggression that became so macro will soon be irrelevant
That Hershey will see it's real identity to see a girl named Aliah

After one times
I thought I was good enough
Only because you approached me first

The first time you lost interest in me
As quick as a candle being blown out
You got a kiss, you tried to hit, but missed and I think that's why you left

The second time you tricked me good
Said you wouldn't leave
A new girl came quick
I lost you in .5 seconds
You deceived me quite good

your blue eyes cant hide behind that long brown hair


so electric, so sea


I see, them wander me.

Copper and Gold
You gotta know I'm feeling loved
Made of gold
I'll probably love..another you
Already do
Until I don't see you
Let me guess you're with her
She speaks sassy Spanish and can flip her hair
She's outgoing and funny
And you're having more fun
When with me I'm timid
I'm quiet
Funny only if you really know me
And my hair goes straight up *****
I've told you these things and you "understand"
Its "okay"
But you gotta know I'm feeling low and made of gol-
Copper about time you come back

Haven't had many guys in my life that have got far but one...
that's a great thing.

I decided to try something new.

Date before getting to know who the guy is as a person

And I got played twice.
For these two times with him, I tried outsmarting him

*Maybe my charming aura and flirtatious eyes and the swingy hips, would catch him and throw away the key...

I can't help thinking of my lonesomeness
How I like it
But it brings deep melancholism

When I crave to be left alone
I can't be left in the dark

I beg to be not known
Yet must not be ignored

It's a complicated way to live a life
It's hard to explain to oneself
That I am oneself that must feel as one with one and around two
And wonder why being one isn't enough for someone who's lifestyle is
secluded
Which one thought would be more peaceful

I feel dumb for even caring this much,
because I'm starting to feel it even wouldn't matter to you
As this semester comes to an  end, I'm worried
we will too...with an exception of the summer
I sometimes wonder why you never ask to hang anymore,
but we're still best friends last I heard
Or never ask about things that mean much to me anymore
And I feel there's so much you don't know of,
besides my love life
Like my sickened grandmother in Research
Like my depression that people are oblivious to
How I'm worried I have a mental illness
And the basics of life that are troubling for us all
I'd still like to know what's bothering you
And what's up because I care to know
Times have been busy but time can still be made for some things.
The other day you thought I was bluntly talking about you indirectly to someone else, in your face...
And you came at me so hard like I was your enemy
I wasn't talking about you, but you thinking I was,
wasn't what hurt me.
It's how you came at me...
we can joke and smile and talk here and there
But can we stop pretending everything is normal?
We've come too far to not express what hurts

little girl
where are goin, little girl
whats on yo mind, little girl
i tell you, i tell you, i tell you
yous a little girl, in big world
doin big woman things
you dont even know what that means
you steady get used
you very confused
youre very alone..
and you pulled out a loan..now
how gonna pay that
how you pay that
how you gonna pay that
how you pay that
lit-tle girl
lit-tle girl
little girl?

I only like your presence when you aren't talking

I'm worried...
I might have scared you away,
You might have moved on,
But truly because of me,
I'm sorry for my mixed feelings,
That I seem in love for while,
And then I'm tired of you,
Maybe this is for the best.

I told you my words
I showed you my heart
Explained how I felt
And still you felt like the victim

Mesmeration is what I see,
when you see me.
A trance,
A spell,
Somehow I have put you under...

I believe its time to,
finally see that you do the same to me

Feels as though..
Is it worth even saying?

your chest pops out a bit more I see
and you got taller
as you jokingly mentioned I must have shrunk
and while you're at it, you must have got some
while you know I'm left in the dark
and while you're at it, I see you didn't shave...
though you wanted to shave anyway..
someone else must have got your ego up
and while you think you're the victim
don't think I didn't notice
your struggling for words to find me a compliment
while you asked why my hair was half done...it was not, you *****
and...

you're just a cocky little ******* now