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Michelle Mar 2013
Words left unsaid
But one look is enough.

With it comes a sign it's
Directed to the right person.

Concluding it, I leave
A simple, "Me."


© 3/14/13
Michelle Mar 2013
Let me know
When you decide
To leave me be-
I'm dying inside.

Soul ****** away
From empty words
From hopes placed
On foolish desires.


Tired eyes lead to
Tired hearts,
And mine is no
Different.

Thanks for the praise,
It meant a lot
Until I realized you
Hadn't given me

A

Single

Thought.



© 3/14/13
Michelle Mar 2013
Shoot me down
And leave me on the ground?

Thanks.



© 3/14/13
Michelle Mar 2013
I'm sorry if I have to transform myself
From one form to the next
In order to feel free.

I'm sorry that even when I mean the absolute best,
I forget my true self and hide
In one of my alternate selves.

I'm sorry if the only way I feel I can break free from
The cages of  life hanging on threads
Around me
Is to not be me.

Is it wrong of me to feel restricted by one path,
Forced to restrain from ever-tempting deviations
From the narrow, plain course that has been
So unceremoniously placed upon me?

Tell me if you really think that this is the absolute best thing for me.
If you support their decision, then tell me to my face
That you support their chains and manacles
And you'll coolly gaze on as they slap
Them on my desperate body.

Don't you recall the words that we shared with each other before we
Were forced apart? Didn't you PROMISE me that you'd find
A way to bring us back together? Didn't you say
That you would always be my support,
That your heart would never change,
That you longed
To see my face
Once more?


Why this, then?



I'm sorry if I've changed too much for you,
I'm sorry if I protect myself by shifting
Into different forms,
But take a moment to glance at yourself
And now try to convince me that I am the one
Who's changed.


© 3/14/13
A highly metaphorical rant. An ill-formed rant, so I apologize, but at least you can feel it build up, right?
Michelle Mar 2013
Sometimes I think that
Love's undervalued
Sometimes I believe that
We should be more free

To express and believe what
We feel inside

Sometimes I think that
You don't feel my gaze
Yet sometimes I believe that
You are just afraid

Too many things are left unspoken,
Yeah - you understand what I'm trying to say.

This is what I know when
I'm alone -
This is what I think when
I am cold-
Even if it isn't said in words
You know what is true
By the way that you act and react.

And when your gaze locks into mine
When I feel your smile shine
You know, I know you know,
I breathe differently.

Sometimes I think that
We are locked inside
Sometimes I believe that
We cannot escape

The armored cages we lock
Ourselves into

Too many things are left unspoken,
Yeah - you understand what I'm trying to say.

This is what I know when
I'm alone -
This is what I think when
I am cold-
Even if it isn't said in words
You know what is true
By the way that you act and react.

Do your hands get sweaty?
Does your neck crane to see me?
Do you feel what I do,
Or am I just a foolish girl?

And when your gaze locks into mine
When I feel your smile shine
You know, OH you know... (pause)
I breathe differently.

I breathe differently.

I'm feeling differently.

The effect you have on me...

This is how I feel

And when your gaze locks into mine
When I feel your smile shine
You know, OH you know...
(looong pause)
I breathe differently.

© 3/13/13
To you: The song I composed in five minutes after watching you walk away, not knowing I was following you with my eyes.

To all the rest: I wish you could hear me sing this, dear HP readers!

I'm really bad with titles -- does anyone have a good idea?

Thank you for your support!
Michelle Mar 2013
Is the answer
To this simple question
No?


© 3/12/13
Michelle Mar 2013
OOPS! It seems the night has gone
And I've not changed my clock.
I'm sorry I was late, you see-
Daylight Savings was a shock!

When you sell yourself to homework
And live more night than day,
It's easy to forget what's real
And what's just shrouded in gray.

Daylight Savings has snuck up on me!
I forgot what time of year
It is and so I'm standing here
An hour late, because of an hour
Disappeared


© 3/11/13
Ode to Daylight Savings -- It's almost midnight. I mean, almost one! **** Daylight Savings!
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