You are too young for it all Too young for this much pain Too young for this much heartbreak Too young to be chasing halos
The last time we spoke, you hugged me tight And I felt it then, that hope still in you That possibility, the light that hadn't gone out You hugged me tight and I knew There is still more for you to do
And so I'm begging you to open up your eyes, Open them and keep them wide
You aren't tired so there's no need for you to sleep It isn't time to throw in your towel It isn't time for you to go It isn't time for you to be chasing halos
When you were smaller I held you in my arms So sweet, so small, so innocent You would always smile like you looked up to me And I knew I had to be good so that you would too There is still time for you to be anything you dream
So I'm begging you, don't trade your youth for wings
I wrote this for my 13 year old cousin who's currently in a coma
Psychorange ****** Range Psych, Orange ****** Orange PsychOrangE PsychOrangutan Psych, you're Orange Psych, you're an Orange Orange Psych, you're a ****** Orange Orange Psych, you're a ****** Orange Orange Orangutan in Range (Does my acronym say I'm poor?)
From Halo to saying Hello to my Poetry pen, this is my name.
I relinquish my original for something more ****** and Orange!
Immerse yourself in this color. My family doesn't get it, my friends are confused, my partner has to think, what about you?
Everyone has a pathology and could be psychopaths or psychos. But does everyone know that they are? Or are we all reasonable, happy, competent and good-natured people all at once?
Answer this question and ask no more, carry me to my grave because I need to keep writing more.
Flying off drugs in my system I know they be hating **** the system I know im not right in my head but when did u notice that’ I take drugs for smiles When my appearance cracks They say they hate me **** What the ***** with that I only hurt myself See the halo snap I only love myself Had some heart attacks I love everyone But who loves me
Awoken by the sound of the softest strings Shrouded in my endless nightmare. You held me close and helped me close My mind to all that’s not fair. You took my hand and kissed my face And showed me the way back To a place I’d long forgotten; Away from all that’s rotten.
Can I tell you something, dearest damsel? Clearly and sincerely. I’ve never felt so cared for. I’ve never felt so loved. I’d never had the best time On the worst day of my life. Until you showed me stripes and stars all day. Secret artwork; know you’re the real work of art. Now I’ll never forget how you took my hand And showed me yours is the warmest heart.
Holding on so tightly. A day out just for two. Look at her, so spritely. Only she can see you.
Long ago, when earth was clean and silver bright an angel fell, compelled by vast eternal might beyond all time through endless night so brightly starred his wings aflame his halo charred remembering beauty through his tears to see him through in later years