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Sonja Eliason May 2012
When I grow up, I want to be a dentist
Astronaut or mage apprentice.  
I want to be a dancer, an artist, a king.
I'm hoping to stand on a stage and sing.
When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer,
Or have lead role in the play Tom Sawyer.
I'll be a comedian, and make people laugh!
Or the CEO with a thousand staff.
I'll be a waitress, a teacher, a vet.
Snow White's eighth dwarf that no one has met!
I might be a chef, or a scientist.
How about architect or alchemist?
When I grow up, I'll be a song writer
Or maybe your friendly, next-door firefighter.
I'll be a technician or pharmacy worker,
A fashion designer or New York stock broker.
I'm gonna be everything, just you wait and see!
But I think in the end I'm just gonna be me.
Sonja Eliason May 2012
You say that you’re not over-stressed,
But I see the scars beneath your wrists,
The gaping holes inside your chest,
The bruises every doctor missed.

You promise me that you’re not hurting,
But the fire in your eyes is dead.
That fire once was always burning.
Now only snowdrifts fill your head.

You pinky swear that you are healthy,
But I see your body caving in.
Empty, hollow, sure but stealthy.
You’re letting all the nightmares win.

You’re singing loudly in the shower,
But you’re trying to wash away the past,
And forget when you lost all the power,
To love, and make the good times last.

You say it’s just the teacher’s bias,
But math was once your favorite class.
You’d solve each one with effort slightest,
Your solving now won’t let you pass.

Whisper that you’ll let me help you ,
We’ll break the clouds and find the stars.
It’s not too late for you to get through.
I’ll mend your heart and mend your scars.
Sonja Eliason May 2012
There’s a meadow with the grasses growin’
Where my true love and I ran with the winds blowin’
But now a-days I walk alone
And all the grasses are done grown
The laughing winds that swish and sway
Wipe my hopeless tears away

There’s a river where there’re children playin’
Who scream and shout till the sun is settin’
My love and I used to sing and wade
Now it’s just me where the children played
The laughing winds that swish and sway
Wipe my hopeless tears away

In my dreams my love’s come home
She is mine from soul to bone
And she whispers her pretty smile
Which takes me away from this world awhile
Her silken skirts that swish and sway
Tucking all my fears away

In the morning, in the dawn
I see again my darling’s gone
Stars shine bright, but brighter was she
One mistake and they took her from me
I hear the whistle and whip’s hard crack
All my tears come rushing back
Sonja Eliason May 2012
To live a life of endless bliss
Cannot compare to one’s first kiss.
To own to the earth and the sky above
Cannot compare to one’s first love.
Trinkets, tokens, bits of lace,
Cannot compare to your embrace.
A mansion on a private isle,
Cannot compare to your sweet smile.
I don’t need gifts to be delighted,
So long as love’s not unrequited.
And though it beats them all for greed
Your love’s the only gift I need
Sonja Eliason May 2012
Your love, that took my breath away
Returned it just as fast.
Your kiss that made eternity
Was never meant to last.
Sonja Eliason May 2012
What’s so different ‘bout love and hate?
It’s one of the main reasons we discriminate.
Like cars crashing down just to swerve past the lights
It’s one of the reasons we put up a fight.
What’s so different ‘bout you and me
And the road we take to eternity?
The path we follow ain’t some yellow brick road
We don’t live in a castle, just a broken home.
Lights will shatter, broken glass
Like broken hearts as rainstorms pass
Shadows dance so we can pass the time
Life’s just a game of meter and rhyme.
So what’s so different ‘bout life and death?
Both are dogs with ragged breath
Both baring teeth and dim yellow eyes
The only difference is our ability to cry.
Twisted mazes block the sun
A game that’s been forever, yet only just begun,
To a song that’s sung in a mocking tone
From an empty room in a broken home.
Sonja Eliason May 2012
If love, however brief, be love
Then daylight’s end may be no care
Nor the threat of stars in the sky above
Or the darkness’ cold despair
So kiss me quick then be gone
The moon is rising fast
Though the birds will end their song
I won’t forget the past
I wander the abyss of night
Your phantom voice beside me
Upon the hill, a burning light
The sun, my only company
Though life is fast as fifteen pence
Love’s the best experience
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