Your lies are like a familiar face
That scar me to my core
You've changed the person I used to be
I'm nothing like before

You've hardened every part of me
My heart is made of stone
You chiseled away, 'til there's nothing left
Not fit to look upon

You put me on a pedestal
So that everyone can see
But they don't know the person I was
Or what you've done to me

You're proud of your creation
You mold me to your will
You consider yourself the master poet
And me, the poet's quill

You painted me to your perfection
And forgot about my heart
I no longer exist to me
But I'm your greatest work of art

A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound

A poem is a tear before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal

A poem is a memory cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny

A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar

A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need

It seems that life refuses me
I'm followed by my past
I run but still my eyes can see
The shadows that I've cast

Traces of the man I was
Gets closer everyday
I no longer do the things he does
But still he makes me pay

No one knows who I've become
They see the same reflection
Because the things I've done to some
I'm mired in rejection

The price I pay is way too high
It does not fit the crime
But all my good has passed me by
I still must do the time

What comes around goes around
How true can these words be?
Though the things I've done are in the past
They're catching up with me

Wisdom is earned through many years
Built on heartaches, trials and tears
For it takes a lifetime to become a sage
Growing ever wiser each day they age

There's not many things that they haven't seen
Their bodies grow older, their minds staying keen
With answers to questions that we haven't learned
Working each day for the wisdom they've earned

Sometimes we think that their just out of touch
But they've seen it all and we haven't seen much
Sometimes we say that they don't understand
But the things that we know has come from their hand

Teaching us things through the stories they tell
Some will grow wiser, while others will fail
Wisdom is something that cannot be bought
For time is our teacher, it can only be taught

I tell him what you want me to
Cause I've always been your friend
But can't you see it hurts me so?
And soon it has to end

Sometimes I feel invisible
When you tell me of your love
But it's not me who has your heart
It's him you're speaking of

I give him all your messages
When you've sealed it with a kiss
I tell him of your loneliness
But pretend it's me you miss

My heart's forever breaking
Each time I see you smile
Even though it belongs to him
I live in blind denial

He treats you like you don't exist
But you could be my queen
I'm the one you're lookin for
I'm standing in between

How much longer can this last?
I'm doing the best I can
I'm tired of him feeling your love
And I'm the middle man

A poem is never the words you read
It's what's written between the lines
For the words can only plant a seed
To grow the emotion a word defines

A feeling trapped inside our hearts
Or maybe a place we haven't seen
The words are where emotion starts
But the meaning is always in-between

For our words can never write a smile
But yet you know it's there
It has nothing to do with the poet's style
Or even the words they share

The words we write have a silent voice
That the poets call their muse
But interpretation is the readers choice
From the words we didn't use

Emotion is always, the in-betweens
Our words are only the signs
To understand what the poet means
You must read between the lines

A letter is hidden inside each tear
As the pain escapes our eyes
A poem is born inside our souls
Whenever a poet cries

Sometimes they're tears of sadness
Other times, tears of joy
They're filled with happy endings
Or words that can even destroy

A tear can look like a broken heart
Or maybe a gentle smile
It can even look like temptation
Tears that are meant to beguile

A tear can be a new born child
Or a loved one who has died
Ink will flow through a poet's veins
In the letters that we've cried

A letter is hidden inside each tear
In all the words we seek
A tear will give the letters a voice
Until the words begin to speak

Sometimes secrets can be hard to find
They stay hidden so far out of sight
Spirits of the past keep haunting my mind
With invisible things I just can't fight

You say that you love me and I know it's true
For your smile doesn't give me a choice
But your eyes are the windows that tell on you
It comes from your heart's secret voice

I try to compete with the phantom of dreams
Someone that I've never met
At least when I'm with you that's how it seems
He's someone you can't forget

You always stare at some far away place
Some place I've never been
You're looking at me but seeing his face
I try, but I just can't get in

Sometimes secrets can be hard to find
The heart can wear a disguise
And though you've tried to leave him behind
I can still see him in your eyes

I've never seen the rain so clear
As I do when it floods her eyes
I feel the pain she's going through
Each time my little girl cries

How do I tell her that she's dying,
That her hero can't save the day?
Some kind of hero I turned out to be
I can't even say "It's okay"

Death is something she don't understand
I don't think anybody really does
She keeps asking me, "Will it be over soon?",
And, "I want it to be like it was"

What do I tell her when she asks me this?
I just hold her hand and smile
I say, "Don't worry sunshine, I know it hurts,
It will all be over in a while"

There's nothing worse than losing a child
It will tear your world apart
She says, "Thank you daddy, for being the hero,
That I carry inside of my heart"

As she utters those final words of love
She quietly closes her eyes
I gently kiss her on top of her head
As a piece of her hero dies

The longer we live, the harder it is
To remember our fading past
Our memories somehow slip away
Destined never to last

Have you ever wondered what happens
To the things that we forget?
They're handed down in the stories we tell
To people we've never met

As time goes on they start to grow
Each time that they are told
Sometimes our memories are written down
In a book that might be sold

While others may turn to legend
Growing bigger every day
Some are told a thousand times
Each time a different way

Our memories start to fade with time
But they're not finished yet
People will know the life we've lived
In the things that we forget

I planted the world's last flower
In the garden by the brook
Its beauty took my breath away
It only took one look

It's as precious as the finest gold
And jewels cannot compare
Nothing is quite as beautiful
As the flower I planted there

Its smell is like no other smell
That I have ever known
It's got to be God's pride and joy
The best He's ever sown

I covered this flower so carefully
As I placed it in the dirt
The tears I cried has quenched its thirst
But for me it only hurt

I planted the world's last flower
Under skies of purest blue
It was hard for me to walk away
For the world's last flower was you

I'm haunted by your memory
A ghost of things long passed
Trapped inside my hollow dreams
A love that didn't last

A spirit that taunts my very being
It will not set me free
Bound by the chains of my regrets
Its echo haunting me

I carry around this broken heart
My reward for misplaced trust
I chose to walk the path of love
But you, the path of lust

The spectre of your lying eyes
Follow where ever I go
Broken promises upon your lips
Piercing my very soul

Still haunted by your memory
No peace for me to find
Tormented by what could have been
This ghost you left behind

I'm living in the shadow
Of the one you left behind
It's me you chose to be with
But it's him that's on your mind

You compare me to the way he was
Yet you never mention his name
But everytime I don't stack up
I'm the one you blame

I see the way you look at me
With that cold and empty stare
Holding me and thinking of him
While wishing you were there

You talk about our future
While living in the past
I tell you how much I love you
You tell me I'm moving too fast

I die a little more each day
Because it's him you're thinking of
It's such a painful way to die
This thing called second hand love

I'm the music and you're the song
You're every breath I take
You're my dream when I'm asleep
And my comfort when I wake

I'm the canvas and you're the brush
So paint me as you will
I'm the words the poet writes
And you, the poet's quill

You're the potter and I'm the clay
So shape with your hands
Without form I surrender all
Mold me to fit your plans

I'm the question and you're the answer
To everything I've known
I'm the shadow following close
You'll never be alone

You're the reason God made smiles
He just couldn't help Himself
He saw the world was sad and lonely
So He took you off the shelf

A disease I've found that can't be cured
Contagious, to one and all
Your knees grow weak, your speech is slurred
Some say you even fall

It will rob you of all your memories
You can't even remember your name
Though some don't take it seriously
And been known to call it a game

It will cause you to do things you just don't do
It will literally control your mind
It can even cause you to lose your sleep
A disease that makes you blind

It will cause you to lose your appetite
Your food won't taste the same
You'll wonder why you just can't eat
This disease is surely the blame

Well, maybe by now you've figured it out
This disease I'm speaking of
The only sickness that has no cure
Is the one that we call Love

Does anyone know where pain comes from?
It's invisible, but easy to find
Is it buried down deep inside the heart?
Is it growing inside our mind?

Or maybe it has a mind of its own
Choosing which victim to touch
Never relenting or showing restraint
Not knowing the meaning, "Too Much!"

And though it comes in many forms
It will always feel the same
Reasons will come and reasons will go
Giving us no one to blame

Pain doesn't care if we're young or old
It's been known to last for years
Our bodies will fight with all of its might
Releasing the pain through our tears

No one knows where pain comes from
We all play the hand that we're dealt
It's written in poems and songs alike
And something that everyone's felt