Welcome to a new school year,
Academically you're bound to achieve here...
Welcome to the rest of your life,
Is it weird to think that someday, someone's gonna take your hand and look in your eyes to tell you you're a quirky kind and,
Someone, someday will let you read their journal and you'll see no one is as happy as they seem, love!
Because everybody wants the life they've always dreamed of

You don't have to follow all of the rules,
And I'm sure you'll learn more things out of school..
Oh ain't it strange how, someday someone will want to get to know you, and they'll tell you things that might make them seem uncool,
But when you see beyond those ego's and big hair-do's
You'll see that no one is as confident as they believe love,
Everybody just wants to be the person they've always dreamed of

There's a rumour you might hear about yourself,
The halls of high school may change into highways, to Hell
But if you don't take care of your mental health
Then everybody's gonna think you're a nightmare but don't you dare let hushed words define you
'Cause i'm certain that your fate will gracefully find you,
So prepare yourself for fake friends and heartbreaks and don't forget to count your blessings as well as your mistakes 'cause someone someday will give you too much of their heart
And thats okay because...

Everyone you meet will want to leave their mark.

I seem to find new ways to love you,
Everyday we're apart...
I used to carve your name into poems,
Into the depths of my heart...

See darling right now I'm terribly sad
But it's not really all your fault...
It's just a feeling I've grown to know.

I may be missing you but darling
I miss myself too
I miss the spontaneous free spirited soul I was whenever
I was with you
I miss the clouds when it's too hot
I miss seeing your face so clear in my mind
I miss that feeling I used to get when
I saw that you were online

I'm not okay,
No... I feel down.
'Wish you were around to stay
But there's just no ******* way
Oh what a ****** maze we're in
Lost for the right words to say, it seems...
See there's no poetry
That could bring you back to me, so lovingly
But I'm gonna write til the end of my days,
anyway...

I've got one half of a ying yang bracelet wrapped around my neck
And that "photograph" song in my back pocket has been playing since you left
I'm trying to find myself and fix myself
But I don't know what tools to use?
I'm trying to let other people see
That I too, can look quite beautiful

But I'm not okay
I'm overwhelmed
So let's just simplify this poem..
And break it down into
Less metaphors
And similes
cause this sadness is slowly
Killing me, more and more
And there's just no poetry
That could make this sound sweet
Cause it's just not...

I'm just a different kinda sad
And I don't know how not to be.

I am a wallflower,
I've painted portraits
of your smile
when your eyes fell sad;
I've made mix tapes
of your sighs
every single time,
you've walked by that
boy who hurt you bad

Now here's the thing with me
I'm quite content
sitting here with just me
I like this girl,
but to be fair,
she's far too pretty
to notice me.

So I'll get a typewriter
that's what I'll do
I'm gonna make it as a writer
publish a book or two
but it'll be hard,
or it might not...
All I need is just a friend
crazy enough to say oh,
"Write about us"

and then you know what,
I will.
Someday I finally will,
I'll go up to the most
prettiest girl
at the school dance and,
tell her how I feel.
But right now I am here,
and I'm looking at you,
thinking if that dude beside you
is your boyfriend then,
he better pay more attention
to you,

because you're beautiful.

So maybe we could talk all night
I wanna know what feeling infinite's like
I wanna go there, through your tunnel of thoughts
and I wanna see you shine like a million lights

Oh maybe we could read some books
My teacher assigned me Fitzgerald,
And his stuff's really good
I wanna hug you like you've always been missed
And I wanna tell you that I've never been kissed

So maybe we could talk' a while...
maybe we could,

Maybe we should.

Because you're beautiful.

Come back and stay please
I know you're wide awake
The city lights aren't changing,
No they're still the same..

oh you could read a new poem
from where my heart got torn..
and we could talk 'till
New Year's Morn...
as I think of,
how to want...
you as just a friend

oh play those records,
replay that first slow song
and tell me what's right
when I get it wrong
and if your chest hurts
we could just...
press. Pause.

No, won't you type back?
with those words i seek
You're my midnight coffee
break, when i'm writing songs,
so to speak...
and I'm singing,
"Oh aren't we just; so,
bittersweet?"

Come back and stay,
please.

When you're up,
I never want to sleep.

Lying in your arms dear,
I feel much more calm here..
It wouldn't be the worst thing,
If the sky changed right now..

Just whistle if you can't sing
And whisper if you can't speak
Hold me as the stars blink
And kiss me gently on the cheek

I'm a child always wanting more
Like wild waves crashing on the shore
I'll find my way, always.. This I'm sure,
To land right at your door..

Dreaming of my past life,
I was crying last night
So it wouldn't be the worst thing
If the grey clouds did the same

Just promise me I'll be okay
and be here when the sun wakes,
Will I live to see a Sunday,
Where I don't have to worry about the stresses of Monday?

Growing older but I'm still the same
I'm learning new things but I'm still insane
Just promise me that life is worth the pain,
And kiss me gently on the cheek

I'm still a Child, just less free.

If it were up to me,
I'd be more than a composer..
I'd be a musical conductor,
The night stars would be an orchestra
To us all.

If it were up to me,
I'd be less of a coward,
I'd be someone you'd be proud of,
I'd write a poem so beautiful that the world might just change...

But it's hard to feel this hope all alone..
It's hard to turn the waves from our home
its hard to turn my thoughts, into poems
And it's hard to be in love, on my own
Would you let me give you all the flowers I have grown?

Could I show you all the magic I've been shown?

If it were up to me,
I'd be on my way now
I'd be a busker by the bay now
I'd be a writer, still falling hard

If it were up to me,
I'd be less of a student, and more a teacher..
I'd be a doer, not a dreamer
I'd be iconic without needing a broken heart...

Oh it's hard to hear stories, from those around
It's hard to hear that everyone's, been knocked down..
It's hard to promise that things, could still look up..

See it's hard to give up,
When all I want is to be a Giver...

A giver of hope, songs and love.

You were made with all the love..
From the universe, you were blessed by the stars..
Now here we are, 17 years on..
In a universe, where we were given our own minds,
and our own little red hearts
And now with ached words, spilling onto the page, I'll try to explain, why it's okay if I don't fully let go..
Cause I was made, to share with you, a thought from my mind, a little piece of my soul

And you don't have to give it back to me
Oh my love comes with no receipt..
I could spend the rest of my life,
Trying to spell out what you mean to me
But I'm sure you get it now
All it takes is just a moment with you
And suddenly everything turns clear
Everything is beauty somehow

And you don't have to tell me I'll be fine,
I know the universe has someone else for me, in mind
You don't have to tell me that space is a good idea..
I'd still write to you everyday for a year
You don't have to tell me that I meant something
I went to Saturn and I found a ring
But someone else is gonna offer you better
Someone else is gonna do more than write you lame things

.. See you are loved, from every thought you express, to every breath you slowly let out..
So it's okay if we don't meet again, but is it okay if I write a poem, to you every now and then?

.. Cause I was made to make brave choices, and letting go is not the safest thing right now..
Oh I'm in love with every thought you express, and every breath you slowly let out..

P.s you're beautiful too