the sun sets,
because she believes she's not good enough,
and the sun rises,
because she has faith in herself

tell me which way
the river flows,
should i follow along it,
or jump down below?
tell me how
you want the river to be,
clear and blue,
or ***** and green?
it's your choice,
cuz you told me so,
but are you sure,
that the river even flows?

my weaknesses,
they hold me down.
I try to get up,
but there's no way how.
I try to escape it,
and try to be strong,
but they'll be here forever,
and i won't last long.

what if i never said those things?
would you look at me the same way?
what if i hid my identity,
my true self,
and maybe then you wouldn't hate me.
They all want me to be something

why can't they just love me for me?

5 minutes left.
i thought we were in this together?
4 minutes left.
i can't be with you
3 minutes left.
i've gotta run
2 minutes left.
this can't be true
1 minute left.              
i have nothing to say
10 seconds left.
goodbye, i loved you, but the end is today.

who am i?
am i skin and bones?
am i what i write?
am i what i speak?
who am i?

what do we get out of war
other than bloodshed,
gray years,
lost families,
and destroyed cities?

he meant the world to her
she took his hand and they flew to the moon

There was nobody to judge them
so they lived in happiness for years
they surrounded themselves with the bubble of their love
it protected them from pain

Until he died.
there was no point in living on the moon anymore
so she went back
and the people laughed at her

so she surrounded herself with a bubble
               isolated
               alone
and the moon could only shine at her to remind her that
he was still with her

"your dreams are unrealistic" they say
but we only speak from what we see

like dawn,
i rise my head up,
and remember my values most,
then comes sunset,
and i feel down again.

the way i am with words,
the dancers are with music.
the flow they make,
the rhythm they create,
and it only gets better and better.

pictures only tell one story;
lies
you can fake a smile on camera,
and nobody would know.

gentle dreams,
stormy night
my dreams occur,
not a fright
because even though
its cold outside,
my mind is still trying to hide.

i dream of my mother,
holding my hand,
its warm and sunny,
our toes in the sand
we laugh and play
and she hugs me tight,
she says,
"take care, it's a chilly night"

she leaves me behind,
now I'm in my cold bed,
i turn over and i see
the night is dead,
it's early morning,
and i realize,
my mother helped me through
the lonely, helpless, 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

limited words,
and a message so powerful.

"i'd die to love you."
"no, you'd love me to die"

i build myself,
into a newer version of me,
except sometimes it's not a good change.

i hated love
until you taught me what it actually was

Not everyone was born a sinner
But it’s hard to tell with people

sometimes it's hard to tell
whether somebody's love is unconditional,
and it makes me think of people differently.

the color of your eyes
Remind me of the times
When we loved each other
Until we lost hope in ourselves
And forgot why we wanted to be together
I still look back and cant say
That I was ever happy with what we had

Why does it hurt when you tell me you love me
Even though that’s what I wanted to hear
Why do I tell you I hate you
Even though my love for you is clear
I never wanted to hurt you
But you let me down
So I had to teach you
To stick around
but now I don’t know what to fear

"when was the last time you felt like you could appreciate yourself?"

honestly, there's no better time than now. cuz ill regret it later, bringing myself down like that.

it's not easy being with you,
but it's not easy leaving you either

we danced around the fire that night,
and climbed the trees and watched the stars,
we rolled on the fields,
and played card games,
then slept on the grass,
and screamed our names,
we held each other's hands,
we held them tight,
and set up a fire,
and danced that night.

people only show fear when they know they can't be saved

am i what i perceive me as?
or am i just a reflection?

some lies,
some truth,
and some are an escape from your world,
the life that stories hold,
sometimes better than our own.

when we try to defend ourselves,
we look like the bad guys,
but when we give in and say sorry,
we automatically become the good ones.

sleep is beauty,
i hold onto my dreams,
i rest my eyes,
and leave me at peace.

limits,
are just a way to show that we have control over something,

even though we end up crossing the limits.

is it the moon that's calling?
or the reflection of the sun,
that asks for light?