I just want to recieve that letter,
Of acceptance or rejection.

Oh wild rose tainted
Someone shining a flashlight on you
searching for your flaws and losses,
and your doing a good job of hiding them.
But your not blooming to your fullest,
staying as a bud wont get you no where.
So the flashlight moves on.
And because you didn't open the spot light goes on.
Your name has its own hidden exclamation point,
and your additude is full of sass and class.
Baby don't let the lies of this world
tear and destruct you.
Let the emptiness of this world
fill you, and show you things
that cant be with out your imagination.
Baby, don't get down by the peoples expectations,
because if you do, your own expectations will go out the window.
Be free little rose,
but don't become lost on your road in freedom.
However, my arms and heart are always open for you.

I'm glad she's gone
and out of my life
but I don't regret what happened.
I wouldn't trade it for anything.

The jolly sun,
Shimmering
Through these gleaming trees.

These mountains- The knights
So high,
So steep,
Guarding this valley,
So dark,
So deep.
Secrets and memories,
Those bets and tragedies.
The pain,
And those scars
Long forgotten
But unhealed.
Down in this abyss,
Lay locked and concealed.


This valley,
Is the mind.
These seasons,
Are the guide.
Look at the tree
How high it grows.
Singing melodies of the soul
And some unsung carols.

These Autumn leaves,
Brown, Yellow
And dry.
These spring flowers,
All smiles,
No cry.
Each passing season
Inks
A new chapter of memories.
Each new layer of leaves
Paints
A portrait of the past it buries.

This valley,
A lost unknown land.
Hazed by fog and cloud
Like those imprints on sand.
Wander off
From your unreal worldly alley
Into this land,
In this valley.
And thou shall script,
A fable
Enticing,Endless, Eternal
From womb to the cradle,
Till you reach this disdain kernel.

i thought you'd color up my black and white thoughts
i thought you'd cast off all the demons inside me
the demons creeping up in me
at 4.15am
i thought you'd show me
what happiness feels like

but time goes on
and you're starting to realize
how miserable
and torn
and broken i am

*

so it's true what they say,
broken things never once meant anything

-*l.m