My heart did not break;
It keeps on overflowing,
As it always has.

I cannot say I'm proud
Of everything I've done,
Or that I'd let word go 'round.
At least, not to every one.

I cannot say I'm perfect
Just as I am today,
But I'll say that it's all worth it
That things have gone this way.

I could ask for better,
But I could ask for worse.
So I will not change a letter
In any prior verse.

I want to keep track
Of everywhere I've been,
Each time I've fallen back,
Every charity and sin.

Each moment leads me forward,
Embarrassing though it may be.
So although I may feel cornered,
I try not to forget Me.

I cannot say that I am proud
Of everything I became
But I will not allow
Myself to fall to shame.

(I want to talk, I want to speak,
But all of a sudden I have gone weak.
The air will not leave from my lungs,
It feels like someone nailed down my tongue,
Thoughts are flooding my mind, but
My mouth may as well be sewn shut.
I cannot look you in the eyes,
My lips are all but paralyzed,
My body is frozen, but overheating,
I can't even form a simple greeting.
Involuntarily crying, I can hardly see.
I finally manage to mutter) "What's wrong with me?"

though i cannot tell you the cause,
i feel as if whatever held me together has ripped open at the seams
and i am now vomiting up my soul.

Valentine's Day is approaching,
And as such there's a deadline encroaching.
Now don't get me wrong,
I would write you a song,
But this poem is taking so long.

It isn't lack of inspiration -
No, this time, my limitation
Is that I want only perfection from this.
No detail I'll miss,
And, how to describe our first kiss...?
I don't know how I'll finish on time
If I want each line to have perfect rhyme,
And for months I've been trying
And the time has been flying
As I change just one word at a time.

"Oh, I'll move that verse...
No, that made it worse."
It feels like I always restart.
But I'll make each letter fit,
And I won't ever quit,
And this still will come straight from my heart.

A storm of emotion
Sweeping my hands
Up and down the keys,
Back and forth
On black and white
This passion is my peace,

No other place
No other world
Could make it a greater day,
Than sitting here
Alone with you
And having the chance to play,

I don't care
Nor want to know
What they have to say,
I'd rather just
Be here with you
And play away the day,

All my life
You've been my love
So I play this piece,
Back and forth
My fingers dance
On your ivory and ebony keys.

Exhausted with existence,
I miss the days when I,
So joyed with this existence,
Grabbed the days as they flew by.
Each one, a thousand colors
On a million butterflies,
Quickly rose up into smoke
On a gold-to-ashen sky.

Disenchanted with reality,
I miss the time I spent
Thinking no moment was worth wasting,
For now I do resent
Each and every moment
I spend in this dull land.
In this land, now disenchanted,
Nothing's quite so grand.

I long to spend another day
Glad to be alive,
Where everything I hear
Becomes a reason to survive.
And I long to see that day
When these bitter feelings end.
World, you don't deserve it...
Can't we go back to being friends?