'She will change,' I cried.
'Into a withered crone.'
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
In noble rage replied
And beat upon the bone:

'Uplift those eyes and throw
Those glances unafraid:
She would as bravely show
Did all the fabric fade;
No withered crone I saw
Before the world was made.'

Abashed by that report,
For the heart cannot lie,
I knelt in the dirt.
And all shall bend the knee
To my offended heart
Until it pardon me.

Oh pale rider,
I lay wondering in slumbers wake
To what beseeches unto you,
such a horrid fate

Is your path a lonesome one?
Have you had loves warm embrace?
Or are you forced to carry
the sins, only you dare to face.

O' fields tended by fragile hands,
Harvested in both day and night;
With no rest, nor break of leave
Ode to your own plight.

Though your deeds go noticed,
They are associated with fear.
The hatred that results of this,
seems to much to bear.

For who could love such a shadow,
a figure that takes loved ones away?
Many shout curses to you,
and whoever speaks your name.

Though they fear your gift,
birthed in the unknown.
My heart goes out to you,
my empathy I do show.

For if there is no love for you,
then I sincerely offer mine.
If to only witness,
the passing's of your time.

I hope my words reach you
As I shout them from my lungs.
I hope you know that even,
The Reaper... can be loved.

Pull me in,
then let me go.
It's no big deal,
she wont know.

You have no strings
Your arms are free
To love me by the Zuider Zee
If you would woo
and pull me in.
I'd bust my strings for you.

But no strings on this boy,
just girls, keep playing pretend.
You'll keep raking them in,
like its just money to spend.

You're no one now,
ain't got no ties.
Just alone in the world,
with your greed and lies.

He's got no strings
So he'll have fun
He's not ******* to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on him.

You play them
like they're your toys.
You'll **** with them,
but they don't make no noise.

You do nothing but use them,
and make them sad.
Then pull up with
a "oops my bad."

This is where it stops,
not going to pretend.
This is where I leave,
where the game ends.

I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me...

The Christmas party was going well.
Everyone was smiling and laughing.
We were playing ***** Santa.
All was normal until his turn.
He walked up to the tree and,
Instead of picking a gift,
He froze.
As if this decision would be his last,
As if his life hung in the balance.
We all waited with our breath held--
On the edge of our seats--
Nothing happened.
The pastor tried to smooth things over
Move him along, go on with the game.
We all played along,
As if he weren't still standing there,
Staring at the tree.
I clocked his time:
Thirty seven minutes and forty three seconds.

He lifted his head,
Looked around,
Sat down,
As if nothing ever happened at all.

Broken Girl you gave your heart away
He never cared about your love
All the while your smile sings loud symphonies in my head
And your eyes would always be enough to keep me alive

Broken Girl you run to me, again, broken
He pushed his luck and he broke your heart and he left you alone
Stay with me. We'll both be okay crying
You can dry your eyes on me tonight
(It would get me through until the next time we are here. I am forever lost in bliss around you. I need another night to discover what it will take for you to know me. I love you forever.)

Broken Girl you have caught him out again
He finally saw the heartbreak in your eyes
He just smiles like he does and takes your hands
You decide to give him another try
(It would get you through until the next time. You're forever lost with him in your memories. You just need more time to show him and time to find the words and things to get you through.)

Broken Girl you ran to me yesterday
He's put a ring on your hand