They say that 1+1=2, and that is in fact true
but when it comes to me and you
1+1=1 not 2
for together we are one,
not 2

Can you imagine

a world
in which
violence
Is an uncanny thing?

Do you feel us slowly driftng apart?
The days go by and new habits start.
With each little habit there's a difference or similarity,
And between us, this glue, is giving up on me and you.
The ones that pull you away, you'll realize one day, that these were
The ones in which you changed for,
revealed, and rearranged for,
the ones in which you admired,
and their acceptance; you desired.
They're the ones who've caused you great dire,
and in my heart, a wrath of fire.
Those everlasting memories we tell,
can leave us to burn in hell,
for the one i trusted so well,
has caused me to retreat in my shell.*
Do you feel us slowly *drifting a   p     a          r           t?

Keep Showing me the world, showing me what I can be, without you in my life, I'd never be free.**I need you.

Love is like darkness,
Love is like the light,
It envelopes you in shadows,
Blinding your genuine sight
This love can be an evil thing,
But with the chance it turns out right,
There is nothing better in the world then
The light
of
Love

Music is like a medicine, soothing
my inner trouble
Its Soft, soothing melodies coerce my peaceful slumber
Its frantic ominous tunes rise my anxiety,
Oh how in the world did I let this music become the best of me?!
Music dances through out my soul, bringing me to a whole new universe.
A universe full of freedom, love,  and so much passion,
Its somber depressing tunes turn my passion into sadness my sadness turns into
           loathing.......
Oh how in the world did I let this music become the best of me?!
Music is my way of life, I couldn't live with out it,
Although it can pull me up to go right back down I wouldn't myself without it.

Its something I just can't deny
It causes all these tears I cry
The source of all my trust issues
The bane of all the love mis use
This forgiveness that I need    
Forgiveness in my self ,
so please
Inner me I'm begging you
Forgive my faults and burdens     through                                              
These last few years of teenage life
This something I just can't deny
The cause of all the tears i cry
This pain , so much
I don't know why
So inner me I'm begging you
Forgive myself          
And just  accept the truth

She cringes at night, recalling the  indelible days where she lie
curled in a ball, hiding from the scoundrel who
attacked her mind, her heart, and her soul, leaving her with nothing but
rancid memories of a living hell, but
even though she appeared live and well
d**reary darkness loomed in the body of
                     Scared

can it just stop?
this pain, well can it?
if one more time it wins thid game,
i swear to you i will drop,
this wretched life and all the bads
this pain will never pass,
so thannkful yet im still mad,
so when will this ordeal pass?
can it just stop?

Don't think i'm not aware if what your intentions are,
fake friends get caught, and now I have to raise my bars,
eventually you will be taught
it's all and only about love..............
not image or popularity, you seem to need this clarity,
I never thought i'd find someone so much like myself than you,
all the secrets and arguments that there has been eventually came through,
we eventually come back together, to be best friends again,
but apparently you felt different, so I've grown a thicker skin,
because now I know your plans and as selfish as they are,
they'll come back to bite you, because you left the one who loved you scarred

what an overused
      overcherished source
of worry it is indeed

there's voices around me telling me to stop,
because your not good enough and you have no purpose,
there's voices in my head telling me yes, yes you can do it!
try again, just be patient,
my confidence once strong is now a like a fragile twig,
breaking with each storm that passes by,
blind to the truth, I don't know who to believe, don't know who to listen to..
what am i supposed to do?
when i listen to my thoughts, people call me a dreamer, out of touch with reality,
a setup for failure........
but is it really? am I really?
is it worth listening to you? your harsh criticism, stinging me like grease
from a hot pan?
**NO, I think NOT , I think i'll find my way,
my will and ambition soon will pay,
for then I will strive, and you? you'll stray,
back to you start and there you'll stay, and me? oh yes i'll be far far away!
because I listened to these voices, these will and ambitions... and indeed yes, they REALLY did pay.

I stood there, as the weeds of misfortune dawned upon me
I stood there, strong as a tree, yet fragile as a leaf
and I waited and waited for the rain to stop
and the sun to come out
oh, that blissful hope I yearned for so
but the roots of hope that were so deeply embedded into the ground
slowly began to part with their foundation
I drifted into the sky
as the branches of misfortune engulfed me
wrapping around my heart and capsizing my body, scratching my brown fragile being