The lapping waves
Knock around moonlight:
Coalesce, ripple;

Kestrels in their nests,
Reflected faces; bodies still ring
-ing

I failed to understand the words you said to me,
I failed to see the love you bear a faded memory,
Day by day slowly from my heart you withdrew,
And all the things i wanted to say where lost or misconstrued,
I wish you would have told me that you where unhappy,
I wish id have recognized that you had donned a mask,
To hold from me what you really feel,
The mask was thin ,
When i saw your skin That hid beneath ,
It filled my eyes and gently the tears ran down my cheek,
I wished i had told you everything before you had to leave.

Do faces matter?
I don't know.

We were born,
Without a face
In this world,
And joined a big race
Race of the kind
Where the face is what we take
And show the world
What we can make.

Your beauty, your shine
Is not all you ever had
Your face is behind
The achievements you may have.

Do faces still matter?

It's not about your beauty,
It's not how you smile
It's about how you show your face,
The face on your file.

Do faces matter?
I think they do.

A unique curve of your face
Is given a unique name
A name which recognizes you,
A name which gives you fame.

But what's the gain
When we're all going to die?
Die with a name,
With your chest burning with fire
And with you, your name
Will stop to respire.

Do faces matter?
I don't think so.

Your smile matters
That's what I know
You will go and with you,
The name on everyone's lips will die.

We'll face oblivion
We'll face it, I don't know why
That's why I tell
Not to live a lie
Because all that matters
Is how your face shines
When you finally sleep
*Sleep with a smile.

and as she saw his face amongst all the others
she wondered of she would ever see him again
her curiosity got the best of her
and she followed him down the road
through the other hundred faces
and she started running
faster
faster
and when the path cleared
his face was gone
just like it had been for years

Your face is a mirage
When I am deprived of energy
Or water or sleep
You are who I see.
Your hands seem disconnected from your body
In the nightmares and hallucinations that plague me
Who are you, sweet tragedy?
My hands are evidences of your hands
And the damage they can do as
Your hands are stained with wreckage
Mine are covered in bruises
As they shake so cautiously
You are me
And I hate that we are the same
That the way you used me has made me
That the way you scarred me has colored me
That the way you broke me has molded me
Like clay between your sticky palms
I am a byproduct of your abuse
Of your horrible habits
I am one of your horrible habits.
You are every one of my worst fears
They all trace back to you
I am an endless cycle
And you were the catalyst
I do not hate you and do not want to
Because you are such an integral part of me
That while I want to erase it sometimes
To shatter its existence
I know that without it
I would also cease to exist.
You consume all of me
I let you define me for so long
I thought I had finally taken back control
But facing the inevitable is causing me to lose it
You are breaking me once again
And turning me into who I was never supposed to be.
Because now, as I look in the mirror
Between the cracks and water stains
The broken shards of glass show me
That my face is yours.

Ugly faces predominate my thoughts

Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression

Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all

People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us

Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own

Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain

Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane

Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression