When i see you i smile.
It doesnt matter my mood.
One look, and there's my positive attitude.
all i can do is stop and stare.
Mesmerized by those green eyes and brown curly hair.
Your eyes lock with mine.
Our hands intertwine.
With you its like nothing else.
I'll stay here forever in this moment.
Just you and I.
Hope to never say goodbye.

The loneliness is mostly gone.
The pain, however grows.
Sometimes i wonder...
Why am i even here?
Only God knows.
I ask him to take me everynight.
He doesn't want me
I'm still here right?

I remember being little.
Innocence.
When I was gentle with my words
And with the things my hand would hold
The way my cheeks would rose up from the cold.
Little fingers.
Little feet.
Sweet smiles snuck a treat.
Laughter and play.
Feeling safe in every way.
Seeing only the best in everybody.
Trusting everyone who came by.
Being held and needing a cuddle.
Splashing in a rain puddle.
Hearing, everything will be alright.
Bob Marley's motto tucked me in at night.
Being a princess is an actual occupation.
Thinking your parents aren’t scared of anything.
Believing in things that cannot be believed.
Having an imagination completely unperceived.
Finger painting.
Dancing.
Footy PJ's
Encouragement.
Laughter
Through all of my days.
Always feeling loved.
Never any doubts.
Bedtime stories.
Button noses.
I scream for ice cream shouts.
Soft whispers.
Tender touches.
Quiet kisses.
These are the things an adult misses.

Is this me?
Is this real?
I was free.
I used to feel.
Now it’s time,
to shed some light.
With a rhyme,
without fright.
If you knew,
just how it felt.
You’d feel blue.
You would melt.
Now imagine,
Please do.
Take a walk,
in my shoes.
I don’t want pity.
None at all.
Its just not pretty,
I try to crawl,
Away from all that makes me sad,
Because the good,
outweighs the bad.
Still sometimes it gets to me
and here’s what I have to share,
you see?
What would you do,
If you had your whole life
right in front of you?
Then all the sudden something changed.
A rash decision left you strained,
stressed and a mess,
but you pulled through,
and did your best.
Now someone else
depends on you.
Life’s no longer about yourself,
but your little one too.
That can be hard for the young to grasp,
Something that actually made me gasp.
Now I say we,
instead of I.
here’s the truth I won’t lie.
This is harder than it looks,
something you can’t learn in books.
At times it brings the greatest smile,
But it doesn’t always last awhile.
my life is great,
I hope im not misunderstood.
Yeah, sometimes I don’t say the things that I should.
I just don’t know how to let you in
And show you how I’ve really been.
I know others have troubles too,
And I try to help all of you.
I wish you would return the favor.
And try not to be so mean,
It’s not easy being a parent and a teen.

Am I a starving artist?
A mystery for you to uncover.
A poem I can sell to a stranger and another.
I cannot think of pages marked with ink.
Instead I'll paint a suffering lover.
There is no canvas alive with color.
Your love I crave it fills me with hunger.
Starve? maybe, but not that way.
Yes I am in decay.
Years may pass before I go under.
Eons while you have another.
How beautiful a writing for my love.
A starving artist isn't noticed 'til they're in heaven above.