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night child Feb 2014
They tell me
To keep my eyes forward,
Look where I want to go

"If you look at the ground,
that is where you will end up."
Eyes to the skies

Posture, precision, control
Practice makes perfect
Because perfection is mandatory

I put my trust,
In a twelve-hundred pound animal
That could **** me easily

She looks to me for guidance,
Knowing i'll never hurt her
I put her life in front of mine

We have a rhythm
Her stride,
Matching my heartbeat

She reads my mind
We move together,
As we soar over the jumps

Heels down,
Chin up,
Shoulders back

After all the drama, tears, and blood,
I still find myself
Climbing back into the saddle

But, why?
Because i'm a horse girl.

And I was made for this.
I can fly.
Give me a bridle,
and my horse will show me the rest.
night child Jan 2014
i'm out of inspiration.
what do i do now?
the empty space is filled

i still have those bad times i didn't write yet
but with you, they don't seem as bad any more

you fixed me
what if i liked being broken?

and what if you fell in love with the broken me,
not this new, fixed one?

do you understand the person you just created?

no.
well,
neither do I.
my poems are dying..
night child Jan 2014
Empty
I guess is the word
That describes my poems
I've written lately

Maybe it's because
My mind's clouded
With your sweet memory
And my lips against yours

I have a heartache
In a good way
My hearts aches
To be next to you again

You're my safety
Even when you're in my dreams
I just need to think of you
And my nightmares run away

However, i still wonder
Why my poems keep getting worse
Uninspired thoughts
Dying before my eyes

All my words
Are dedicated to you
Oh well
I'll just write about you again

Once again.
night child Jan 2014
I wish I could live
Forever in the night
I could dance with the shadows
Forget about the light

The darkness is my friend
We go hand in hand
As the moonlight stretches
Across the vast land

My voice will echo
As if it's running away
Oh, let's go find it!
I would always say

Amazing adventures
You'd find in the dark
If my heart was a fire
Then this is the spark

I'm meant for the night
Though I live in the day
I live by the rules
But the night is fair play
-written by a night child.
night child Jan 2014
I know that I'm broken.
I know that you'd like to fix me.
But the wounds are tender,
Sensitive to the touch.

I hide my secrets very well,
Though my eyes reveal,
What you cannot see,
What's buried deep within.

Listen closely.
Did you hear that?
All those screams,
That come from inside my head?

You can hear them loudest,
When my eyes fade to grey.
When I've fallen silent,
When I'm in dismay.

You see the best in me,
Trying to bring it out.
But that girl is gone,
Never seen since.

I promised I'll try again,
And that I will do,
But trust me when I say,
It won't ever be the same.

Why don't you go,
For someone who's better?
Why fix something that's broken,
When you can get something unused?

You know I love you,
I just want the best for you.

But am I the best thing for you?
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