Oh now......
It's time to realize.
It's time to realize that many a things sound a lot better on paper,
Rather than in real life.
You said you loved me over a text.
I said I loved you to,
But then I said it in person,
And all I got from you was a ****** expression that i havn't seen ever before,
But then those words.....
Those....
Those **** words!
Those words made me wish the things that are written down sound as good as you wish and believe they are.
But paper isn't this world.
This world is words and feelings.
Paper is just.....
Just the softer side of the world.

Shall thou fade
or is it a blunder
if one can speak thy mind
in regards to ones perspective
from a standpoint?

Or is it ones best
to express hence
whining
or whinnying

Clouds are near
sun shall fade
rain may drip

darkness

11,958,000 people affected yearly,
In the USA alone.
46 children a day,
Who may never return home.

Sons and daughters,
Mothers and fathers.

*We need to cure it

They warned her about him,
But of course,
She didn't hear,
For her mind was elsewhere.

She felt as if she were floating,
Flying high throughout the sky.

Then he cut her down.
And she fell,

Hard and fast,

And all they said was
"I told you so."

But her feelings hadn't melted,
And her spirit hadn't died.
So she went back to him,
To give him another try.

And she flew and flew,
Until he cut her down.

And all they said was:
"I told you so."

It's me against you.
Head to head.
We both want the same thing,
But only one can win.
We are not pouncing,
We are waiting.
Waiting...
Just waiting...
To see who,
Will surrender first.

Go on,
Side with her.
You always do...
Everyone does.
She could do the wrongest thing,
And somehow it's always my fault.
So go on,
Side with her,
And when I quit,
It'll be too late,
To be on my side.

On the outside,
I fake to look tough.
I tried my hardest,
And it wasn't enough.
When will someone finally see,
What all of their comments,
Do to me.

"Your hair looks frizzy,"
I woke up at 6 in the morning to do it.

Not played in a game,
I'm the only one who showed up to practice.

B on my math homework,
Spent all weekend doing it.

On the outside I fake tough,
To hide the tears of not being good enough.

Release the birdie that resides in you.
Open the cage that contains the humble creature.
And as you do, watch it fly
Over the heads of everyone you know

Straight unto the heavens
It sores.
Casting rays of delight
And love.

For a heart is a complicated little thing.

i wish in your silence
you had heard the beating of a hallow heart,
because it's the empty ones that make the softest sound,

but the sweetest music.