Samantha Mayfield

Samantha Mayfield Mar 2012

Pulsing at the speed of light,
Finding the perfect rhythm of life.
Seeing the world change and develop,
While ever bathing in their glow

Seeing nothing, hearing all,
Answering that desperate call
To be a guide, a light in the dark,
The hand to hold when it all gets hard.

Feeling the fire and the cold,
Remembering millions of wishes untold.
For the rich become powerful and the poor grow bitter,
Yet every single one has been awed by the sky

For when the child looks at the ground,
He sees nothing and hears not a sound.
Yet when the children look at the stars,
They see the universe taking them far.

Past the sadness and the hate,
Past the killings and the ****,
Through the darkness, it's always there,
Taking the dreamers into their dreams of old.

Samantha Mayfield Mar 2012

I Miss You

I just wanna pass through your empty eyes,
Finding the fire that used stop time.
Catch the moon in your smile and keep the stars in your heart,
Yet it seems that piece of you has left me alone.

Perhaps some small moments will bring you alive,
You'd become the person I once knew and loved.
You've become a shadow of the one you were
And I miss you... Come home.

Samantha Mayfield Feb 2012

Hiding The Truth

Why does no one hear my cries,
Sees the truth behind the lies.
I'm screaming, yet no one knows
That the aching pain within me grows.
I want to show the world my pain,
To shock the masses, change the sames.
I want my voice to touch the stars,
But my words are silenced, I hide the scars.

My bed is my comfort, but everyone knows,
With a partner to move with, seeds of loneliness grows.
And while the pain is unhinging and turning my smile,
Maybe fake love will buy peace for a while.
For while the game when played is always a thrill,
You feel the ache after when everything is still.

I try and fake it, saying, "I'm fine."
There's a darkness where my heart used to shine.
I'm tired of "okay", I'm tired of "fine".
I just want someone to see the pain inside.
Someone to pull you from the fake " I love you"'s
Because, let's be honest, when are they ever true?

And though I'm searching for someone to set me free,
To break the chains and comfort my screams.
Maybe the person I've been searching for
Hasn't been hiding like before.
Maybe the person to help me through,
To hold my hand, is coming soon.

Perhaps the person to sing my song
Has been there for me all along.
Though I find it hard to believe,
I mean, no one else believes in me...
The person to help me, to let my voice free,
Is simple, unimpressive... Me.

Samantha Mayfield Feb 2012

The Streets

Passing through the sunlit days,
Just trying to make it through,
I pass a stranger on the street
And I wonder about his heart.

Is he happy in his life
In the endless blue-bell haze?
Or is he, a stranger at best,
More like me than I am myself?

Does he spend his nights alone
Thinking of why and when and how?
Or is he lost in the thoughts of night
Wishing someone would understand?

Next time you pass a random person,
Nothing more than a face,
Say "hello." Brighten their day.
Who knows where that meeting may lead you.

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