Great pace,
Pair of ace.
Like your song,
Ping pong?
Climb the oak,
Never smoke.
Ride the horse,
Find the sorce.
Live, laugh, love,
Turtle dove.
Draw a line,
Feeling fine.
Sip the Coke,
Do not choke.
Enjoy,
Ahoy!
Where are you?
Lost my shoe!
Find my coat,
Eat an oat.
Made a mark,
We're at the park.
C'mon believe,
Roll up your sleeve.
Get more juice,
Chase a goose.
Swim in the sea,
As fun as can be!
Race to the gate,
Oh no we're late!
Ice-cream,
Sun beam.
Across the tar,
To the car.
Bought a comb,
Back at home.

My stomach drops
To see their happy faces
And all their personalities I love so much
It's too much for me.
"Live in the moment"
But how can I live in the moment when in the next,
They will be gone?
Not enough time
Not in a year
Or a day
Or even a minute
This next month will be the sorce of both my Happiness and my Depression

In this moment I am loved
In the next I am forgotten.

If you think about it,
A flower is stronger then cement,
It can get crushed,
And yet,
It can rise again standing taller then before
Not only with new found grace,
But also with a new found sorce of dignity
Everyone notices a crushed flower
But do they realize all the cracks in the cement?
I think not..

..phone..the individual..sorce..of no coming back..in the moment..
     ..talking too much aint the one to
           Please..so you gonna ask yourself..
            ..where you at..whats your point..

..who you are and are you still steady..

            ..slow suicide its not the
                    way to go..

            ..or *** it..no sleep after          ...
..daylight..

           ..buatiful roaď to you..

I tell myself every waking,
sleepless moment you're not here
yet each time you are near
again  my nervousness won't disappear
Creating an unstoppable ache in my chest
my restless blood pump evacuates
Pressure breaks each and every vessel
In anticipation, as if through ever breathtaking mountain air.
Gasping for a drink of the right words to ease the silence that keeps me gazing into the fog of two hazel encompassed pupils that are the door to the soul of the person I wish I could be.
With, In essence it is the ideal sorce of happiness
Truely inspiring my sence of understanding
Morphed mostly unto gratitude
Given the recent release of the knot
Which has held so tightly upon My throat of compassion.
Fear, no compultion alone.
By Extraordinarily exceptional lust
Portrayed by the people who I cared for the most
Has given me unreputible reluctance to trust those of the opposite fitting
But then again maybe it takes
An even more extraordinary creature to release my reluctance of relationship
And free me to the empathy that is unconditional love
Not nearly as Extraordinarily
That is. She is. Right here next to me

Hey
We will grow old
Little things we saw odd
Will be our sorce of happiness
Time holding us on harness

We will wish to be young again
To escape the pain
Just like rain
Never to go back again

Hey
We will grow old
Little things we saw odd
Will be our sorce of happiness
Time holding us on harness

We will wish to be young again
To escape the pain
Just like rain
Never to go back again