I have superstition
written on my bones.
It courses through my veins,
and consumes my gypsy heart.
It controls the tricks
of my stealing ways.
If the moon is full,
It's your lucky day.
I'll leave you free,
and be on my way.

and without her ~
you will never be whole.

I can't write what I feel,
Not even if I want to,
Accept what you get from me,
Because the rest will horrify you,

I can't write how I feel about love,
Or how I think that its all just a fairytale,
Accept the smile that I can give,
Because the rest will drive you away,

I can't write about my emotions,
Or how I battle with all that is inside,
Mixed up into a constant frustration,
That always puts me on the brink of going mad,

I can not tell you everything you want,
Just accept what you only see,
I assure you its for the best,
To let the rest of me be,

Diamonds are as hard to find
As the words that should be said today
The tears come out as hard
As the words that are left for me to say.

I can write yet I can't speak
I am strong yet I'm weak
I can express my thoughts on this page
Yet I am truly hesitant of the stage

My thoughts abound
Yet my voice finds no sound
I am quiet within the roars of crowds
Yet my mind soars above clouds

Though at times I wish to change
And my silent voice rearrange
I'm more creative due to compliance
I hear more due to silence

I remain humble behind the scenes
Trapped in the confines of my dreams
Whether by fear or by choice
I possess a silent voice