The ghost of a figure
     familiar and sweet
         lay open on the side of the spot

we visit it before I learned
my mistake
       I’m      S O R R Y

I just…                      resonating with
                                               a mix of
my   thoughts     are      s c a
                                                          t t e
                                                               ­  r e d

I lay open on the side
     of my bed, and
                                   wish
She - I want those times with her
back now

So dominated by emotion
Yet never able to spill

I will always be a woman of wounds

And maybe these wounds
Are the openings
My heart deserves

And the little dark secrets that it preserves
Are paths that only reserves
My heart's truest devotion

To be free
Free from myself
Only for me to go back to myself
And wash myself for myself

Sometimes the grass isn't
     Always greener
Maybe the lawn your on
       Just needs a little more
                          Attention

Did you ever think when a season
       Changes,
what grows beneath...
Not realizing that your feet
        Were  free before.

Wanting to change
to rearrange
when instead of helping another
one stands above the other

fighting a battle, a war
not even knowing what for
but they do it anyway
don't care about yesterday

I don't partake
in society's mistake
that boys must act tough
and be equally as rough

A girl must wear designer clothes
spends hundreds of dollars, but nobody knows
wear pounds of make-up just to look pretty
and go around with a million boys, which is just petty

Society is evil and cruel
so I will use my anger as fuel
to rant about their mistake
and hope that my heart won't break

those who don't follow the trend
are forced to make their bodies bend
to fit into school and such
but they are burdened way too much

how does it feel society?
because some of us won't bow down quietly
I am calling out your mistake
to protect the ones who feel worthless, we won't break.

Nobody perfect
Everyone make a mistake
in their life
And my mistake is
Fall in love with you

It’s 3 AM and I haven’t laughed this hard in a year
It’s 3:30 AM and my heart hasn’t felt this full in too long
It’s 4 AM and my eyes are so tired but my soul is full of your energy

It’s tomorrow and we haven’t spoken, I spoke too soon.

I was an idiot.
I was a fool.
I mixed some things up,
and I'm sorry.

Ridicule me,
slander me,
taint my status.
Just please,
forgive me.

We all make mistakes,
some less than others,
others more than some,
and I more than others.

I didn't deserve this,
I didn't work for this.
I didn't need this,
So why did you do this?

For your own gain?
To point out a mistake,
which I regret so much.
I said sorry,
And I really meant it.

It must feel so, so good
to do what you've done.

The road winds and winds
until we lost our way back,
back to where we were.
As the clock ticks away
the image of you fades away.
You might be unforgettable
but I’m afraid my days are reducing you to a decimal.

The road winds and winds
and I’m standing here on your spot,
the spot where I picked you from the sea of climbers.
You were grooving to your playlist like I was; a rare sight.
The memory of you hanging on to those rocks, not giving up
like a stubborn chipmunk.
I knew I had to talk to you.
“Do you want chocolate milk? It makes you stronger.”
And just like that
2 walls built with earphones collided; a rare sight.

The road winds and winds
but I keep looking back,
back at that night when sand in hour glass stood still,
back at that night when the crowd was just the 2 of us just chill,
back at the time before I said what I shouldn’t have said and it went downhill.
That was me trying too hard, that was me being a ******.
I put us six feet under,
and now i will forever be in wonder.
I could have said ANYTHING, ANYTHING instead
but my ego denied your breakfast in my bed.

The road winds and winds
and all that I’m left with are the memories of
your charm
and
your calm
and the way I made you disarm.
You laughing at my cheesy rhyme,
it was as if a ray of sunburst gleamed on my crystalized heart
melting the cold away,
but most of all
I remember
the way you challenged me in the game of silly witty jest.
No one has ever kept up but you, you kept up; a rare sight.

The road winds and winds
leaving me behind phantomly blind,
phantom… because we were never anything.
I want to say please don’t go, oh please don’t go
but we both know… that’s not how it’s gonna go.
It’s easy to say *“That wasn’t me! I’m not actually like that.”
But that was me
I did that and I hated me
So now i gotta own it
Now i gotta live with it
What I did haunted me in the night
woke me up in cold sweat
and your fainting silhouette stuck on my damped chest
I took a misstep
and made a mistake
And now i feel nothing but ache

The road winds and winds*
and I don’t know the way back.