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Savannah Becker Dec 2013
The moon faintly lights
Behind these midnight stars
The luminescent glow
Concealing my scars

But not those on the body
Though I've got many of those
But I'm talking of beneath my skin
The ones not hidden by my clothes

In the sunlight when I'm open
When the moonlight cannot hide me
A broken heart and wounds alike
Are displayed for you to see

At night when the sun is gone
And the stars come out to play
When your head you rest upon a pillow
Is when I begin my day
Savannah Becker Dec 2013
My mind is kind of foggy
I don't remember much at all
I went to sleep with everything
And I've woke with no recall

But there seems to be a memory
Still itching in my mind
I tried to force it; pull it through
But I think it just needs time

I sat there for a moment
And it finally came through
I was so relieved my last memory
Was one I shared with you

Of all my memories I could choose
This one would sure be it
The one where your lips touched my cheek
And butterflies threw their fits
Savannah Becker Nov 2013
I can feel the way my lips fit yours
Though we've never even touched
I already feel our hands entwined
As if our future they clutch

I crave your hand upon my face
If I close my eyes I see
The most soothing thing that I can think
Your thumb across my cheek

I'm pretty sure that this won't fly
This feeling will never cease
I'll never truly be at rest
Until you're here with me
Savannah Becker Oct 2013
Rain rain, please go away
You remind me of
Another day

Please please, don't mess with me
I really wish I
Could just sleep

No no, don't haunt my dreams
Don't bring up things
To make me scream

Tap tap, on my windowsill
Horrid memories
I tried to ****

Patter patter, let me be
Can't you hear my
Desperate plea?

Pounding pounding, on my roof
Don't you take my
Tears as proof?

Thunder thunder, like my heart
Can't you heart it
Being torn apart?

Pitter pitter, of my tears
Are you deaf
Or can you hear?

Sirens sirens, fill my ears
I pray to myself
That the end is near

Misty misty, it's clearing up
I hear a voice
Telling me "stay tough."
Please excuse any dumb mistakes :)
Savannah Becker Oct 2013
Sally was a sailor
Who sailed the kool-aid sea
On the sweet treat boat she carved
From a lollipop tree.

Jack was just a wanderer
As lost as one could be
But hope sparked somewhere deep inside
When he saw Sally approaching his beach.

Sally tossed out her gum drop anchor
As she readied herself for shore
She saw in Jack the thing she lacked
The treasure she'd been searching for.

Sally wasn't looking at
His butterscotch toned tan
But rather what had lied inside;
The sweet makings of a man.

As they walked along the beach
Between candy castles of sugar sand
He took golden pearls from the glowing sea
And placed on her neck a strand.

A blush rushed to her cheeks
And a grin to his own
He said "I have something to say."
"This whole journey I've spent
not knowing of you,
yet I've thought of you
The whole way."

They sat together on the shore
Gazing at the candy apple sunset
Knowing they needed nothing more
than this love they had found, forever to last...
Collaboration featuring Mike Hauser :) It was fun working with you, Mike!
Savannah Becker Oct 2013
It is upon these dirt roads that I ponder;
However shall I get back to you?
With a glance at the time I see there's none left to wander; which path will I find to be true?
Please excuse any punctuation mistakes :)
Savannah Becker Oct 2013
There was once
This dream I had
Of a land so far away

Cotton trees
And licorice grass
This place was made to play

Roads were made
Of chocolate bars
Safe from the lemon head sun

Not until
The peach ringed trees
Did I feel some honest fun

I climbed
And I climbed
And I still climbed some more

I looked
Over the branches
There was much to explore!

This strange dream
Has got me now
This is better than I know

Oh my my!
Think what it's like
When this place begins to snow!

Sprinkle flakes
Of candy snow
Which I catch upon my tongue

Imagine
Summertime
Sweet candy rays of sun

Think of
Candy corn
Grown up from this dream itself

Snow caps
And Fanta seas
From real life this dream excels
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