The moon is blue
Gloomy is the night sky
Where are the stars going?

The clouds are black
Set is the sun
Where is her wishing star?

The eyes are tired
Drying is the tears
What does she stare at?

Her mind is fazed
Shattered is the pieces of her heart
How to contemplate even more?

The moon is blue
And so does she
What should she *do?

Eyes open
My mind awake
Carefully pacing each breath I take
New days come with the passing of hours
  One day I won't bare the mark of a coward
I want this now more than ever ..
Should I accept this chance
or become content with a solid never?
Never knowing , never feeling , fearing to experience the unknown ...
contradicting thoughts swallow me whole
the only thing I fear is that of which I do not know.
It's everything I want , everything I fear,
but hell it's been rough along the way , how can I make it clear.
I just wanna wake up everyday
and know that you haven't abandoned me.
That this bond will withstand time itself ..
Perhaps That's wishful thinking ...
Wisdom comes with experience ..
New days come with the passing of hours .
One day I will look back at myself as I am today
and I will laugh at the face of a coward .


-Tamera Brown