She lay there:
So peaceful and tranquil it seemed
nothing would ever trouble her.
Her parents gazed fondly at their
perfect little girl
As the tears escaped their eyes,
Falling endlessly.

By her fifth birthday,
She had said her first word,
Developed a taste for chocolate,
Seen some of the big, wide world,
And recognised the thrill of laughing
uncontrollably.

At seven,
She made a new friend,
Fell out with another,
Read some new books,
And was always fascinated by her
geography lessons.

When she turned eleven,
She joined a dance class,
Went to France with school,
Baked some cupcakes,
And begged her mum to let her try on her
high heels.

Thirteen years of her life gone,
And she had her first kiss,
Argued with her parents,
Handed in a homework late,
And wished she was prettier, taller, thinner,
cleverer.

She was sixteen
When she had seen too much of the big, wide world,
And knew reality in all its cruel coldness.
She wore lots of makeup
And a fake smile to mask her
feelings.

It worked.

Until
She whispered,

“Take me to Wonderland.”

And shot herself in the head.

She lay there:
So peaceful and tranquil it seemed
nothing would ever trouble her.
Her parents gazed fondly at their
perfect little girl
As the tears escaped their eyes,
Falling endlessly.

Its the sweat and tears
That blend the years
And end in undying bliss

Its the love and pain
All the feelings you gain
From doing something you miss

It fuels
It drives
It keeps you alive

My love
My love
Its just

This

Perhaps the multitude of crows atop the trees were mourning all that could have been, that night we stayed out listening to them caw.  I followed you back inside, leaving behind my cigarette, a thousand words unspoken, and feelings I’ll never wish to revisit.

Burning, burning, burning,
   we watch them all fall down.
There will be no ashes remaining in this place,
   the road we left scattered to the wind.
She will cary them softly,
   and return us all home.

I look up at the night sky,
wondering what it's like to fly.

To stare down at the city lights,
to finally reach my soaring sights.

In my dream you were there,
but you dont speak you only stare.

Your eyes will tell me what you feel,
let's leave this dream and make it real.

Life may be changing but we'll always have the past,
kiss her as if each kiss will be the last.

Suddenly, she stole—
A kiss, a bliss that made me
Love her forever more.