Maybe I write to rhyme
in meter and fair time,
I'll use cryptic phrasing
to describe my vision hazing.
Perhaps I'll run away
inside the words I say,
or bring you back
and not give you flack.
I could alliterate life
and cloak the fearsome strife.
But tonight I'll write
to forget our fight;
imagining your smile
or us playing a while.
You don't know it
but I am a poet,
wrapping you up in
my web, not so thin

I'll watch as the moon comes up
and the sun goes down,
it reminds me of us that night
we sang and danced all around.

I wish we could re-paint
our lives and the one we shared,
but that's really hard to do when
there wasn't a second that you cared.

The moon reflects my heart,
I try so hard to be the sun
yet somehow I'm always short
not to mention that I'm no fun.

I'll listen as they chatter about
all the silly things going on
around this little old town
nothing matters now that you're gone.

I wonder if you miss me
even half as much as I miss you,
cause I cry by the river every night
kinda like you used to do.

The water looks so beautiful
why am I poisoning it with my tears?
Is this what you did too
or am I just succumbing to my fears?

I'll smell the cupcakes across the street
but I promise I won't buy one,
nope not without you here with me
in fact I think I'm actually done.

Done with everything,
pain, crying, mostly though love.
I can't take it here alone
and forget the tale with the dove...

That only makes me think
about you more and more,
I'll just rebuild the wall
only this time there is no door.

Do the sun and moon
also feel love's everlasting pain
since they are so far away,
are their tears what we call rain?

Monday is still asleep,
Tuesday tries to wake him gently,
when she can.
Wednesday doesn't know what to think,
he's very emotional.
Thursday councils him to no avail.
Friday is quite a handful,
but a cute one,
for she is the baby.
Saturday tries to be a "good boy"
yet he doesn't even know what that is.
Sunday, well, she is a stay at home mom,
that lost her husband to a war way back when. She prays day and night that
her children will have good lives,
but she does not believe it is possible.

January is the oldest of the months,
though he doesn't really care.
February is a hoplessly lost romantic.
March is lucky, but far too realistic for her taste. April dances across the lawn
in the rain
and smiles all the time,
even when she is not happy in the slightest.
May is haughty and he doesn't get it.
June sings songs outside of July's window,
he is trying to win her heart.
August, the loner,
does well in school and carries a million issues. September secretly loves him,
but is too shy to say.
October the prankster pranks us all
but never gets into trouble.
November is thankful
for the tears and laughs alike
but not for himself.
As for myself,
I am December,
they say I am low-key with a heart of gold,
but I think not.

In a way we are a family
and we mean the world to each other.
Though we do not share the blood,
we fight,
we cry,
we bleed,
we tear each other apart
when the moment feels right.
One day people will know
just who we are, but for now,
I guess this is as good as it gets.

I hate the way i trusted you
I hate that youre not a good friend
And youre never very kind
I hate the way you let things end

I hate your awful laugh
And the way you make me cry
I hate the way you always joke
I hate that you wouldnt let me die

I hate your stupid neon shoes
I hate the names you called me
I hate all your ******* friends
Theyre just so **** creepy

I hate that you arent around
And that you never did call
Mostly though I hate the way I dont hate you
Not even a little, not even at all

Fire rises yet again
everyone thinks this
is the final end.

Ask me if I think so
I'll only shrug because
I really don't care - or know.

Sorrow, agony, pain,
that sound of a broken heart
and crying in the pouring rain,
these are the only things I know now.

Tell me that this
is what they call the end
there's nothing I will miss
so it doesn't faze me as it
would do to you,yet again.

They came here before
and burnt everything
to the bottomless floor.

Still it is all black
with ash everywhere imaginable,
there's only one thing it lacks,
and that would be you.

Since this place
is my lifeless heart.

Listen as the wind does softly blow
stay quiet and it will tell you
all that one will need to know.

Stay still, stay here, you'll be alright
it's just a little storm, nothing bad,
it'll only last one tiny night.

See the lightning, watch her dance
she makes them all smile just look
it seems like they are in a trance.

Shush darlin' don't you cry,
it's just a game that they play
up in the midnight sky.

Oh, you feel the thunder boom,
and you think it's going to
break into your little room.

Don't worry babe, it'll be okay,
I'm here with you, have no fears
'cause I'm here for you, I'll stay.

This storm is protecting you
since daddy went away and
you really shouldn't be so blue.

It's okay, just go to sleep,
there's nothing to hurt you
not even the secrets that you keep.

The lightning will flash
so thunder can pound
but I know that I
know I am safe and sound.

Although I do wish that
you weren't quite so far
because things would be
warmer if I were with my star.

I miss you night and day
I wish things weren't this way
so maybe I'd know the truth
and what you meant to say.

The wind will blow
so the drops can fall
but I'm alright even
though this place is small.

God wouldn't let me
die just because a storm
surly he wouldn't take me
before she is born.

She will be good,
she will grow up strong
as soon as this passes
and I hear a better song.

Love, come find us,
we've always waited here
get to us please
we're losing to fear.

The lightning will flash
so the thunder can pound
but this time I don't think
we are safe or sound.