I am not a Popsicle.
You can't wrap me up,
In the summer sun,
And save me for later
Oh for gods sake
Say something
There's no now and later
With you and me
There's no candy

they all think I'm wearing,
a bulletproof west,
but can't you see,
I'm lying on the ground,
bleeding,
screaming,
and you are still shooting me?

(e.k.j.)

When I think of you, It's like a leprechaun finally getting his *** of gold at the end of the rainbow. - the happiness in his heart as he says "mine mine mine. It's all mine."
Not greed, but more less satisfaction. He gets what he always dreamed about.

why?
why did you leave,
when I needed you
more than ever?

how?
how did we become strangers,
when just yesterday we said
we would be running away
from the world together?

when?
when did you decide,
that I wasn't good enough
to help and fix you
like I always used to?

what?
what did I do wrong,
that made you want to leave
and forget me the day after?

where?
where did you go,
after you left me and
why was it more
important than I?

who?
who did you give my heart to,
after you stole it and ran
with nothing but broken tears?

why?*
why did you leave me,
with almost no explanation at all
and why did I ever think
we would truly be forever?

(P.A)

Among the frost and quiet cold,
snow waltzing on my brow,
I breathe and listen to the winter
wonderland

My seat a halo of snow,
a humble nest born from
my weight against this winter
wonderland

And I feel alive and I feel calm
and I could shatter like weary alabaster
statues into snowflakes and become
part of this winter wonderland

If I could just --
shatter

Every night before I go to bed
I am a prisoner to my mind.
A slave to my thoughts.
The words in my head haunt me.
People are afraid of the monsters under their beds.
But I'm afraid of the ones in my head.

I wasn't ready.
I wasn't ready for your emerald eyes to bat their way into my heart. I wasn't ready for my world to revolve around you. I wasn't ready for you to act like you cared. I wasn't ready to have you rip yourself away from me after I'd grown attached. I wasn't ready to try and develop a new habit to forget about my habit of loving you. I wasn't prepared for all the pain that comes from withdrawals. I wasn't ready to be used. I wasn't ready to be thrown away. I wasn't ready to battle these recurring dreams of me in your arms. I wasn't ready for my fantasy to be shattered by the harsh, cold, reality that you never cared.
I wasn't ready.
But who ever is?

Rain, has the power to change things.
Change events that you have planned.
Then , can make a mood very interesting.
Especially when you didn't see it happening.

That makes you admire the rain.

Lovers has walked in it.
Lovers has made love within it.
Or just walked in it for joy.

Which makes you admire the rain.

Men has cried within it.
Some to hide their pain.
Men has played within it.
To enjoy personal pleasure.

Oh, the love of rain.

It can change various things.