A single song, so potent, leaves me
Breaking in to
Two halves of a soul.
A simple smile, so intense, leaves me
Breaking in to
Two halves of a soul.

That single song, that simple smile
They are yours, they aren't mine
Yet, I hope and I hope and I hope that maybe
                                                                
                                                       One day I will have all three.

That single song, that simple smile
I yearn for, they aren't mine
Yet, I hope and I hope and I hope that maybe

                                                      Just maybe one day they will be.

I think I ought to let you know
Hello goodbye means nothing now.
I think I shan’t, I dare not die
For you in my soul forever lie.

I feel afraid, lest my heart be gone
For I not one soldier hold near me close.
I feel as if, as if you will come
Be my saviour, my prince, my only one

Who will be there to comfort me so,
In times of need, when needs do grow.
So let it be known, that known is this
I want you near, to feel your tender kiss.

I know not love but serve me well.
Bear with my ways and I will still
Surrender, if surrender is asked of me.
For I know thou shall not forget me.

You may move on and I allow,
For you deserve to wear a smile.
Be content as I think of thee
While I float above alone and free.

And when time comes for me to go,
Your sorrows will pass, I’ll make sure so.
Only I will’t cry for I believe
That our life was worthwhile, though short and sweet.

Sweet heart forever, I’ll be close to thee
For it was you, your troubles, that set me free .
But feel no guilt for life is such,
The unexpected comes and the unexpected hurts.

I knew you well as you did I
We ran through woods, kissed butterflies.
The photographs will fade one day
But be sure, so sure,
My love shan’t die.

A sad little girl, I sit down in my chair
I am rarely acknowledged, like I am not here
When I look around slowly, the world seems so dark
The faces stare blankly through my breaking heart.

And I know that I shouldn’t be so down on myself
But it’s hard when you feel like the dust on the shelf
They all play with each other, while I sit here alone
It’s hard not to cry when I just want to go home.

Now believe me I’ve tried, to forget I’m alive
And I write down my troubles hoping they will pass by
Hoping, wishing that some day that these days will end
But I know that they won’t unless I find a friend.

I am not the prettiest girl
And I haven’t got the smallest waist
I don’t wear cute dresses or bows in my hair
But for me, that’s okay.

I am not the confident one
And I hang around, head looking down
I won’t sing at karaoke or dance in a club
But for me, that’s okay.

Stop asking me why I won’t look like those girls
You’ve raised me to be who I want to be
If you can’t be happy with your own daughter
How can I be happy with me?

I am not the outgoing girl
And I don’t go on crazy adventures
I can’t make decisions and I don’t take risks
But for me, that’s okay.

I am not the fashionable one
And I wear whatever I want to
I can’t stand shopping and I hate jewellery
But for me, that’s okay.

Stop questioning everything that I choose to do
I’ve grown up now, won’t you listen to me
If you can’t accept that I’m not your little girl
How can I truly be free?

Once upon a time lived a little young girl,
She had bright button eyes and her hair had a curl
Of saffron, ginger and pineapple too
She looked like no other, not I and not you.

She lived in a village not far from the sea
Where nobody ventured, not even the bees
For it was far from pleasant, you must comprehend
It is rumoured that death lingers under the bed.

Gnarly and spiteful, the creature below
Listens out for those sleeping, those about to go
To the land of the dreaming, the peaceful sweet place
That brings all pure happiness upon yonder face.

Now little young girl creeps around in the dark
As she fears the creatures will bite her and bark
That’s how they get you, as you will soon know
If you rest your sweet head on the pillow below.

You will often find me dreaming
Here on my lonesome, lying in bed
In my darkened room and wondering
What will become of me. Whether
The days shall pass by without
Me seeing a smile or the gleaming sun.

For there is nothing but the sun
To make you enjoy life, enjoy dreaming.
Who could go every other day without
The lovely thoughts you think in bed.
I imagine it being unnerving, whether
Or not your dreams are full of wondering.

I have vivid thoughts, often wondering
Why I’m free of nightmares which hide the sun
From many others. My question is whether
My mind omits such terrible dreaming
Immediately as I awake safe in bed.
Why must I be the one to go without?

There is no harm in I going without
Though it does provide me with the wondering
Of how such a thing can be, my bed
Is where I can escape to, escape the sun
And what comes with it. No dreaming
Can be done with such blinding weather

I often think to myself and question whether
Or not I can truly say that I go without
Having a single nightmare. The dreaming
That I do is so bizarre and leaves me wondering
How it would feel to fear the burning sun,
To fear falling asleep, to fear lying in bed.

How would it feel to fear lying in bed?!
Not wishing to allow yourself sleep. Whether
Or not you could fear such a thing when the sun
Is such a beautiful thing, and the moon, without
Them both our world would be left wondering,
Asking this question to themselves ‘Am I dreaming?’

So make your bed now, or go without.
Whether you choose to remain wondering
About the sun, about the moon, you’re dreaming.

I am a writer in
the smallest sense,
I put words together
of varying lengths.