You said we could do it all together
Or was it only I who remembered?
That night in the middle of October
When you told me that I mattered
But for how long will I be that person?
Before you choose to leave me behind
But as I expected the situation worsen
And soon you left these arms of mine
How I wished the time could turn back
Maybe I could fix what was broken
Or even stop it from the day we met
To stop the words from being spoken

there are voices in her mind,
constant echoes that bubble wildly,
telling her that she's not good enough.

it tricks her into thinking,
that maybe... just maybe,
she's really not good enough.

they tell her she's not suitable,
not for this not for that,
and she just happens to believe them.

as naive as she is,
she's quickly fooled,
for thinking she doesn't have the potential.  

but deep down,
passing the harsh reminders,
she really is good enough.

I said it once or maybe it was thrice
My words are not nice they cut like knife
What did I say? is it a big slice?
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Can’t I be bold? without paying a price
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I thought was being nice and not mean and cold like ice
My words are not nice they cut like knife
What was the line that pierced through you?
My words are not nice they cut knife
My words change the mood and now you brood
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Why do the lyrics to my song always comes out wrong?
My words are not nice they cut like knife
My words creates an uproar in our vibrational sing-along
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Forgive me my love I know I was wrong
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I’m not trying to create a mash up out of our perfect song
My words are not nice the cut like knife
I don’t want to be afraid to say what’s on my mind
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Don’t let these words make our relationship decline
My words are not nice the cut like knife
We have waited an eternity and now is our time
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I’m sorry Babes I was completely out of line
My words are not nice they cut like knife
I swear I’ll try, I’ll do better next time
My words are not nice they cut like knife
Words aren’t my strongest suit they get intertwined and messes with the baseline
My words are not nice they cut like knife

I am the grey
That lives after the light
But before the dark

I am the twilight

I am the emotion you feel
When neither option is right

I am option three: Neutral

I am the scream of the teenage girl
next-door

Who knows what it really means

I am
Me

As she slowly drifts away,
He tried to get her back,
Back to where they started.

She lost herself,
In the midst of the love,
The love he had given her.

She turned into a monster--
Cold and harsh,
But he tried his best to tame her.

Unable to fix her,
She was completely gone,
He lost her.

From dusk till dawn
In the far skies of smog
Hushed under the carpet of snow
Listening to the lullaby of stars
A young damsel cries
Searching for respite
From the harsh clutches of Society
And her turbulent past
Her gaze rests on the farthest light
On the northest bright
In the meditative state she utters
After all that ruining abuse
I have been dead a hundred times
With the touch of your Love
O my Sweetheart
I thank my stars, I am still alive
I must have turned into a Phoenix
Who has arisen from her own Ashes

© Neeloo Neelpari