I wish you well, my wishing well; I can't deny the bed you've made
I knocked the clock off of the wall; it was always wrong anyway
I'd argue my reality, but I deserve the love as much as the pain
Taking arrows to the heart like needles plunged to the vein

I don't exactly fit the part of she who deceives it all and loses
Then again, you're the shining star, of Robitussin and ***** fits
The nights weren't worth their weight, in every song and noir flick
When you're cornered and half-alive, it's easy to spill your secrets

Talking like you couldn't be thrown; rocked but couldn't roll with it
I made my bed in my own making of hell; I'll step to the wonderment
Don't you know, love is more than a game and the love of playing it?
How were you so true and yet so horribly deceptive with this?

But still I wish you well, as much as you played with my soul
If I had an enemy greater than your treachery, I don't wanna know
If it's ride or die, I guess I'll fly; you let me in, 'til I had to let you go
But the kiss on the lips left an imprint, that still refuses to show...

All the thoughts flow,
through the ink of my pen
onto the paper of my notebook.
Gracefully,
like a dove
soaring across the sky.
The words i leave are special to me
though they may not seem like it for you.
Each word is a snap shot of my heart
and together they create a story.
i let my thoughts fly free
and onto the paper they fall.
They spill out into the world
to be found and maybe enjoyed
by the people who happen to stumble upon it.
but no matter what people think
i will keep writing.
writing is my passion,
its how i express myself.
The pen is my tool
and the words i leave have meaning
there is truth within every letter.
whether my words are light or dark,
they can be beautiful if i chose

I walk through the dark dusty house. The people I see,
are all void of faces.
Yet I know they must be staring. Watching to see if I can escape.

All doors are boarded shut,
all windows nailed closed.
The windows I can not shatter no matter how hard I try.
Panic reaches me as I try the last door, again closed to me.

These people void of face,
laugh hallowed chuckles
excited by my fear.

Tears stream red staining my shirt.
I call for you but you are to far to hear,     we are   distances   apart.

Defeated I sit in a corner,
knees to chest
I wait for dawn.
I see my reflection but resist looking, my face may not be my own.

These are my dreams,
people void of face,
emotions and heart.

Its nothing I can say, only something I can feel. If only I could wake up and know it isn't real.

I lost it, through my fingers let it slip. Heard and felt it in my heart as it broke away and ripped.

Grief can never be a comfort, as time goes ticking fast. But I know for people like me, happiness doesn't last.

I sit and wait, for this test in life just to finally end. But we know from past lessons learned, that sorrow has no friend.