I really have no words,
N o    w o r d s,
   N o    w o r d s,
Left for you my dear.
And it feels like
I am speaking a thousand stars worth
Right now

I want to talk to him
Who comes into my dream
and looks so handsome,
Yet I don't know his name
and where is his clime
But I have a crush on him!

May I talk to him?
Mom, may I talk to him!
He comes into my dream
I need him to talk,
'Cause I have a crush on him!

My eyesight is getting dim
everything except him,
'Cause, he looks so awesome.
I can't sleep at night
It just I feel his light
and I melt into him!

I feel fly in the sky
like a bird so high
I feel this for the first time.
Sometimes I smile alone
and hide from everyone
Maybe I'm falling in love with him!

It’s better


It’s better if I am not around people;
They are all much happier that way.
It’s better if I avoid conversations;
I have nothing to say.


It’s better when the rain is falling;
I understand the rain.
It’s better if I never existed;
You will have to read my brain.


It’s better if you don’t try to understand;
I have no more empathy.
It’s better if I never find out,
What you truly think of me.


It’s better than me,
The version you see,
When we first begin,
To meet.


Once you get to really know me,
You will all see,
Why it’s better without me.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

In the cold dark
I won’t tremble
I’ll arise like morning sun
Reborn
And ever so daring
No longer in the shadows of yesterday
For today is the first day of the rest of my life

I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast