I find myself
When I awake
Every single morning.
A thought or two
And then a few
Catch up to my reality.
The world is clear
I do not fear
Whatever I may face.
Don't ask me why
Or how it's done
I simply live on top the sun.

A road diverged
From the road less traveled
No Frost to help me on my way.
Nor choice to runaway from yesterday.
Another road, another day

In the dark
In the night
Out of sight

Laying now
All alone
Not really home

Even now
Thinking how
I came to love you.

Speechless yet
You came and went
No thanks or pardoning words.

Hurting seems
A selfish means
To stop caring for others.

Regretfully so
I've come to know
Anger and strong dismay

Feelings do
Mean a lot to you
But apparently mine do not.

I'm sorry for being honest.

I'm not saying that it's perfect
I'm not saying I'm correct
But I feel like what I'm saying is not something to neglect.
I know that things aren't well
I know that we need help
But I think we couldn't make it living by our lonesome selves.
I can't tell you what the answer is
Or it it will ever come
But I'll love you till the world ends even if we come undone.

And all
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Silent.

As a best friend,
I'd thought you'd understand.
That I'm not good with feelings,
and a lot of other things.

However you went ahead,
and surprised me instead.
You left me standing there,
made me thing you didn't care.

I am not the type,
to judge this tripe.
I'd like to think that this isn't real,
for I may not know how you feel.

There are signs everywhere,
which I happen to be completely aware.
You found someone new,
and left me feeling extremely blue.

I think I'm no longer,
your best friend forever.
And so in reply,
I'd like to wish you goodbye.

Goodbye, good friend,
I guess this is the end.
Our days are over,
it's time we get wiser.

*(n.d.)

A young girl, looking for an adventure,
A silly soul not wanting to curse her.
A mind to die, inevitable at least,
Whom oft creates her inner manic beast.
To loves and lost ones, she spoke so dearly,
And told her stories to relate so nearly.
A premonition shows only in mind,
The world as is, not entirely kind.
The closest ones in their own little worlds,
And blind to Mother Earths kin, sprouting curls.
So tightly she held to wisdom she earned.
Preparing to lose the words she had learned.
Of ways she influenced, words recorded,
Then dying soon, angels wings worn and sordid.

After it is written,
Set on parchment,
With permanent ink,
It can't be taken back.

Those words will affect you,
Whether you like it or not,
Because you still have it
In your head.

The only way is
To write something else
And think ahead
To the page after