my heart is something I can’t hold onto
it flies away with the breeze
and if I reach out my hand to catch it
it just sits quiet on my sleeve
and it has a bad habit of breaking
though I put it together with glue
that heart doesn’t like what my head says
which leaves me just tired and confused

I know you’ll hold her hand
whenever she is sad
and kiss her cheeks to dry away the tears
and I know you’ll take her tight
and tell her everything is grand
and wait with her until her head is clear

sometimes life comes at you fast
and sometimes it comes at you slow
sometimes it will hit at you hard
when it will, we’ll never know
but we’ll put on the play, use the whole stage
and make the most out of the show

I can see it in my mind:
your crooked, sideways grin
it diffuses on to my face, and I smile.
I can hear it in my head:
your laugh jumps high and spins
I’ll sit down and loop it for a while.
and when I am unhappy
I’ll pretend to hear your voice
and then I’ll know that everything is fine.
for, when I get lonely
I’ll know you had a choice
you made the choice to choose to be mine.

yes, darling, seize the day
wave the victory flag
be happy with the words we say
don't let your spirit drag
don't ever doubt what you can do
don't ever say you can't
for I know this much is true
say so, and you shan't
breathe in possible. the possible.
you're possible.
believe it.

today I drew a girl
with long brown curly hair
but I had to etch her out
for I was tired of her stare
the girl lived in a perfect world
she had a perfect life
there was no pain or anger
or bitterness or strife
and since she saw my secrets
she I couldn’t trust
she wrinkled up her perfect nose
and looked back with disgust
she looked right through my grand facade
pulled back the heavy curtain
she riddled out my clockwork
and knew I wasn’t certain
she saw my mind was clouded
from all in this rainy world
all the thirst and hunger
the girl quickly unfurled
she saw the fear and hatred
the terror and the scare
all of varying grandeur
plaguing everywhere
and she saw right through my crooked smile
all though my cup was filled
it still was full of emptiness
and that disgusted her
she wondered why I worried
as she looked right through my eyes
at my mediocre problems
in my easy sailing life
and she knew that I was selfish
as all people seemed to be
and laughed at all my problems
so small, yet huge to me
but what she didn’t understand
is that sometimes we get stuck
for sometimes, in all out lives
people run out of luck
so no matter how tiny
so small our troubles seem
you can’t treat them proportionally
for all problems are real
today I drew a girl
with long brown curly hair
I could feel her look right at me
with her penetrating stare
and in her world, she was perfect
but that could never be
she was drowned in her own prejudice
so much, she couldn’t see
so tired of the perfect girl
who pretended not to care
I etched out her judgement
and her agonizing stare

collecting bits of memories
left hanging in a row
gathering the sunlight
as they're swinging to and fro
and counting on an abacus
the time we've left to spare
for making more of memories
to hang up in the air