It's three in the morning,
And I am so tired.
But the thought of having to wake up
Is keeping me from falling asleep.

Sing to me, sing to me night,
   for I hark!
The cry of the owl,
   the hail of the lark;
   the kiss of the wind
   from blackness so stark;

Sing to me, sing,
   cheers of the dark.

Speak to me, speak to me
   'fore morn bereaves
   the rustling footsteps
   from dances of leaves
   as twinkling stars peek
   through high forest eaves

Speak to me, speak
   as night the moon cleaves.

at the pit of my stomach
deep down
those words
filled with some sort
of betrayal
speculation
stabbed right
there
and I felt
really
really
really bad
and guilty
for everything
I probably shouldn't have done.
Yet the past cannot be erased
Neither can I burn all the memories away
Desperate
to crush them into *****
and throw them right into the fire
burn
burn
burn
let it burn
but my memories are no paper *****.
and they come back
every
now and then
from the back
to the front
a subtle reminder
**you probably shouldn't have done that.

Neither a word
Nor a feeling.
It's intangible
But
It's alive

Indescribable yet,
Able to cause sufficient damage
Equivalent to a single life.

Just a single day
Hundreds and thousands
Die
From the wrath
Of Pain.
In the mercy
Of its insatiable desire.

At times
Strength from it
Though mostly
destructive

No amount of mitigation
Or medication
Will cease its existence
For pain is real
And so are you.

(C.C)

There isn't much keeping us away,
from each other I mean.
It's not like we are in prison,
there are no chains here.
So why are we not touching?
Why are you there and I'm still
not?
If tomorrow isn't guaranteed,
which I am told true,
I'd rather be walking, thinking, breathing
next to you.  
Let my love be the bridge that your feet trust.
Because there isn't much keeping us away.
All that's between us,
it's only air.

I want to

be childish
eat pizza every day
be stylish
wear sweat pants all day
steal a lollypop
and give it back tomorrow
be happy one day,
the next full of sorrow
learn how to tweet
like the sweetest bird
buy a lama
breed a herd
Cut my hair short
dye it blonde
and black
or blue
don't take a path
just walk through.

jump on my bed
wear my hair down
paint my nails blue
practice a frown
mess up the bath
flood the kitchen
skip lessons of math
kiss my reflection
and marry myself
collect old fairy tales
build a bookshelf
paint my walls green
then purple
then blue
walk backwards
talk funny
and one day
meet you.

I want to meet you
but I want to remain myself.
I want to show you,
my incredible wealth.
The wealth I collected,
while being myself.
And may it just be,
the fairies in the shelf.
I want to meet you,
I want to share
But I want you to treat me right
and want you to care.
Not so much,
just a little,
so I know you are mine.
Make sure we stay you
you and I
and we'll shine.

I want to be childish.
Do you?