A heart torn
Torn between two
Do I want him
Or do I want you

His hands on my hips
But your name rolls off my lips
Torn between love and passion
My heart slowly rips

In losing grip
But I force myself to hold on
I don't know why I can't except
You're already gone

He says he loves me
But that's not true
There's no love
Like the one I had for you

He seen me smile
He seen me cry
All over a girl
And he doesn't understand why

From him I hide the truth
I wanted to make her my wife
Now she's gone and he's here
But I guess it's just the bisexual life

It's not the fact that you're older that should make you proud
But the fact that you're still here
You survived another year
Yes, I said survived
I say it with purpose
Life is not as easy as wake up, live, and go to sleep
Sometimes a day means dodging bullets
And there can be 365 days of playing straight target
Nobody knows how many obstacles you've jumped through to get here
So yes
You survived
You deserve more credit than a card
Or a cake
Or a reminder of your age
It doesn't matter how old you are
All that matters is that you're ******* alive
Profanity is acceptable in this situation due to the fact that
millions of people die every year and you aren't one of them
So be happy about that
Not the day of your birth, no
Not the once a year occurrence
Not the fact that the law says you can do something new
You should be happy that a shark didn't bite you or
that breathing is something you can still do
We've been celebrating the wrong things for too long
In a world that doesn't appreciate effort like it should,
Where all is unpredictable,
You are still here and
That
is definitely something to be happy
about.

to dream is a bliss,
to imagine is happiness.
fantasy is a wonderland
filled with duets and slow dances.
a colorful place it is
with trees and bright flowers throughout
complete with perfectly light blue skies.
but
somehow,
reality found its way
and pierced right through,
creating deep holes and gaps
that
you
just
can't
fill
those holes will forever remind you that
it can never be real
reality is a dull world filled with never-ending dark storms and withered flowers.
to dream is a bliss,
yet
to daydream forever slowly becomes a nightmare
full of such lethal pleasures.
and so
as i break my wistful trance,
i find myself in an abyss called life
where no one knows when they'll hit rock bottom.
i look up in the sky,
patiently waiting for the storms to end
wishing to find a rainbow.