Although you see me now

You're looking straight through

Although your eyes may glipse

You know nothing of what would seem too new for you



Although I smile when you walk past

You know not of me praying not to cry

Although you may hear my laugh

You are blind of the real me hiding inside



Although you may hug me tight

You may think that you know me to size

All you are really seeing is a mask

You simiply see my heart-strung emotions in a clever disguise



The mask I wear is firm to it's place

You never being allowed to really see my face

And every night when I hang the mask up

I let the tears freely fall, as my palms fill like a cup



I dream of one day when you can see me and

I can finally lift my mask, my daily disguise.

Once again I'm falling

And once agian I'm lost

Once more, I'm calling

Into the dark to my very own cost



Once again you're gone

Once more the light goes out

I try to follow on

My strength to no amount



I'm bleeding, once again

My world flooding in tears

This time I'm sure that I can't mend

What has been caused by my fears



Once more my love as been thrown away

One more time I blindly followed back

I can barely see through the pain to find my way

I need to find light, I'm so tired or seeing black



Once again I'm slowly healing

Hoping to not wish for more of your charms

For when you come to me pleading

I'll find myself back in your arms,

-Sheyanne L

In flowers of gold, in seasons of old remain the secrets untold

The things that we fear, the things that we need and the things we keep in between

The memories we keep locked, the key we then hide, hauntings of the desires we fail to find

Passions untamed and discoveries unnamed all casing us out into the storm of bliss and shame

The dread that we shelter, the darkness held by (untruth) stone, betrayed our wavering search for the known

Tortured we are, Troubled we remain by the minds we may never regain

In shambles lay our past, in silence our dreams cast; Vacant and lost they can never last

For those who wander, for those who are blind, granted the liberty of an unstained mind.

-Sheyanne L.