I used to have a swing-set
Set up underneath the tree
In the green years of my life
I'd play on it 'til I'd sweat.

Even now I still recall
The sweet exhilaration
Of climbing higher, higher,
Until my body would fall.

I can't count how many dreams
I would live through that swing-set.
Rest assured, I thought them all
Underneath the sun's bright beams.

But then it happened one day
That the swing-set disappeared.
All my dreams were forgotten;
Ended were my days of play.

I do wish I could return
At times to those summer days,
The golden days when the most
Dreadful thing was a sunburn.

But instead I am left here
To linger in the twilight
Growing cold and immobile,
As winter slowly draws near.

I find it funny that
He makes me warmer in winter
Than you did in summer

I had a dream last night.
It was dark but the moon was bright
Casting grey and white rays
Of light, setting the sea ablaze.

It was calm and serene
Though only turmoil could be seen.  
I closed my eyes in thought;
Just feeling pain, but not distraught.

The waves washed over me
Touching first my feet then my knees,
Always creeping upwards
While my feelings spiraled backwards.

The storm raged on and on.
And then one moment it was gone.
The sun rose from the sea
And then you appeared before me.

The ocean became still,
And your presence banished the chill
That resided within
My body, my bones, and my skin.

The water turned to gold,
(What a sight it was to behold!)
The sand had turned pure white
The fish lifted up and took flight.

It was impossible,
Mystical and improbable,
Completely unlikely.
I wanted to drown in that sea.

Instead you took my hand,
And I had no choice but to stand
Apart from the current
And everything that was pleasant.

You shook me with your hands
Silent and making no demands.
"Hush and watch the sunrise."
But instead I opened my eyes.

Around me was blackness,
But I didn't feel the sadness
That I had felt before
As I had stood on the seashore.

Sitting in the fog
I cannot help but wonder
If you can see me

I sat with you
Among the books
That are filled with
Words unspoken.

Concentrating
On your studies,
I couldn't help
But stare at you

And secretly
Wish that you would
Look up at me
And study me
In the same way.

And then you did,
Making me blush
As you remarked
On my speech and
My new hair part.

Noticing at
Times I can't deal
With people and
Telling me that's
More than ok.

But even if
You neglected
To notice me,
I really think
That would be fine.

Because I'd still
Be completely
At liberty
To study you.

I stared at the wall
Not an actual wall
But 'twas a wall nonetheless
Built up from the ground in hatred
And bitterness, it divided us
And buried what could have been, deep inside.

They wrote on the wall
(Not actually though)
And graffitied some harsh words
Amongst paintings of lewd gestures.
I leaned back and watched it all unfold
I watched as this new art form came to life.

I looked at your face
Not your actual face
But it was you all the same
Floating right in front of my eyes
Laughing and mocking me with your friends
The very same friends that used to be mine.

Lady of Shalott,
I'm being dramatic,
But I'm half sick of shadows.
Good thing you showed me your true self
So I wouldn't make the same mistake
And leave my safe tower for a stranger