For all the times we almost peed ourselves laughing,
For all the times we talked too loud,
For all the times we sat in silence,
And left each other alone.

For all the times we talked of ***** things,
For all the times we gave advice,
For all the times we took advantage,
Of the other being nice.

You’re my sibling, not of blood,
But of soul and heart and mind,
So happy birthday to you friend,
Have one hell of a good time.

Standing up again, and standing up tall,
After staying down too long, after a fall.

Smiling, and going out to face the day,
After staying in, crying the night away.

Returning words that hurt you deep,
With kindness, as you start to weep.

Bitting you lip until it bleeds,
And going with where life leads,
Or telling it which is your direction,
Stated as fact, not said as a question.

It's hard to make the right decision,
Whatever it may be,
It's hard to make the right decision,
Especially when you're me.

There's all these things that you should do,
And all the things you can't,
There's all these things you shouldn't do,
And all the things you shan't.

Deciding is a difficult thing,
The choices must be right,
Otherwise the consequences,
Demonstrate their might.

But sometimes what you want or need,
Can just be close at hand,
The decision may seem hard at first,
But is worth it in the end.

A puzzle is just a bunch of pieces
That seem to be parts that are broken
But really, they make up something bigger and better
Than whatever they are on their own.

♥ For all the heartbroken people today, pieces of the heart seem broken, but make love

My sanctuary,
My second home,
My lair, is
my basement.

It's where I do my homework,
Where I social network,
Where I hang out with my friends,
Where I listen to music.

I went into my basement when I had my first heartache,
With my face in my hands blinking back tears.
I turned on one of my favourite songs,
And collapsed on the bed crying.

I sit in my basement when I want an escape,
Whether it's playing video games,
Instant messaging friends,
Or crying as I sink into my favourite song.

A basement, I guess,
Is really only an underground room or two,
But to me,
It has become so much more.

A smile for what?
A smile for whom?
There is no reason to smile,
When your life is in ruins.

A smile for happiness.
A smile for them.
There is reason to smile,
When your world stands again.

I am a fickle hearted Aquarius,
Who is as crazy as she is certain she has more than a thousand freckles.

My eyes are a confused mess of colours,
Which is the opposite of my brain.

I have strong, yet gentle hands,
That aren't quite as nimble as my feet.

When I speak, there is something thick in my voice,
That shows all the more when I sing.

Brown, but with natural golden streaks and a hint of red,
Is the colour of the flowing hair on my head.

I am who you think I should be,
Yet I am who I am, as well.