I am fragile
as the pulse that beats
Visibly
here at my wrist.
I am strong
as this resolute
Proud
steady fist.

This is the feeling of a wild grass,
with needs gathered from morning dew,
a patch of soil, and from the juice of other plants' roots.
This is the feeling of a wild grass,
will live silently in the shadows of the real sprouts
of nature. What is my worth if the only heaven I'll reach
is just up to the soles of your feet?
What is my worth?

This is the feeling of a wild grass,
i will live with no worth,
i will die without saying a word.

somethings can't help but be looked backed at,
reminisced upon, though forgotten, a different kind of broken

like when i threw my jewel into the sea,
knowing it never loved me

and everyday the tide brought him back,
like some god-sent, torrent of a smack.
leaving me a bruise beyond pain,
amour's unforgiving, incessant strain.

sometimes i feel as if the words are going to shy out of my throat,
but i only find myself swallowing hope

Never been one of those girls
Who think they deserve the world
But I must admit it would be nice
To have someone who would
sacrifice
It all just to see me happy

Sitting at home
I got nothing to do,
Never been the cuddling type
But I wouldn't mind cuddling with you

I won't ask for much
All I want is all his love
Someone who'll hold the key
Give all his love to me
Just because
Oh,
Dear No One
Oh....
Dear No One

in a room full of people that claim to know me
i feel so left out
there is a spot in the room for me
but it is uncomfortable
with out any one here to talk to
that understands and will listen
I become lonely