A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
when love dies
Love is the cause of innocent cries,
As when love dies,
Love becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the love they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A love that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their love to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
Or is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
Or were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When love dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when love dies,
We fall apart inside
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Love is the cause of innocent cries,
As when love dies,
Love becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the love they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A love that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their love to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
Or is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
Or were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When love dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when love dies,
We fall apart inside
x
i open my eyes
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded by endless oxygen
my only friend.
during day im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
invisible
a loner in a dark abyss
surrounded by endless oxygen
my only friend.
during day im average
alone im nothing but my own enemy.
Everyone thinks im so funny
never serious
use to be alone. shy
dont like this feeling.
empty completely
no emotions consume me.
just the dark shell surrounding me.
i want to break through it
but it hardens as i make the gesture
my mind is blank
never thought id be perfect
never thought id be in a dark abyss.
i want to find a friend that wont decieve me
all i want is a best friend. . .
Drip Drop, Drip Drop,
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A love that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had love for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would you know what to do,
would you know what to say,
would you know how hed feel,
would you see how hes sad,
would you understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what you do fix things
or make them worse,
for the better or for the worst,
this love must have been cursed
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A love that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had love for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would you know what to do,
would you know what to say,
would you know how hed feel,
would you see how hes sad,
would you understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what you do fix things
or make them worse,
for the better or for the worst,
this love must have been cursed
Tears of goodbye
Tears of fear
holding onto you
it consumes your heart
it rushes to your head
you shake and cringe
you stare and you wave
you grab your chest
as if it is now hollow
you whisper a note
you whisper a love
you turn to walk
but find you can't move
you take some breathes
and count to 10
you hold on to chest
once again
you start to calm down
you start to see
you find a mirror
and see what he now see's
you whisper soft
but yet still clear
you take one more breath
and start to quiver
you shake away the fear
and begin to trust
'how come i could love you and still it was never enough?'
what happens next is very suprising
your sure its just a dream
because a girl with a broken heart
just stopped crying her fears
and its then that you realised
you were more than enough
and you always had been
it wasn't you
it wasn't you and him
it was him that you didn't see
who played you along
and then who broke apart such a beautiful song.
Tears of fear
holding onto you
it consumes your heart
it rushes to your head
you shake and cringe
you stare and you wave
you grab your chest
as if it is now hollow
you whisper a note
you whisper a love
you turn to walk
but find you can't move
you take some breathes
and count to 10
you hold on to chest
once again
you start to calm down
you start to see
you find a mirror
and see what he now see's
you whisper soft
but yet still clear
you take one more breath
and start to quiver
you shake away the fear
and begin to trust
'how come i could love you and still it was never enough?'
what happens next is very suprising
your sure its just a dream
because a girl with a broken heart
just stopped crying her fears
and its then that you realised
you were more than enough
and you always had been
it wasn't you
it wasn't you and him
it was him that you didn't see
who played you along
and then who broke apart such a beautiful song.
As you know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and sheep (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, or mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, bush ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", you know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", you know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.