Thursday, August 27, 2009

Miracles

It takes one small glance,
to realize,
there are no miracles here,
just beautiful lies,
engraved in my heart,
spoken about in my eyes,
a story of pain and hurt.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Fix


I can scream

day in and day out

that I am breaking,

but you are too decieving to realize,

I need you to fix me

Friday, August 21, 2009

Change

The songs they never change,
now love seems so strange,
and the hearts are now torn,
and the tears never gone,
and saying goodbye,
is like telling a lie,
because the songs never change,
and the love will always be strange,
nothing will change.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Love

Love: Surprisingly it has began to exist,
in your eyes, in your words,
and in my heart...

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Nothing

I am slowly disintergrating,
my mind disconstructing,
my heart breaking,
my soul falling,
into the darkness of nothing.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The Forgotten Runaway

The pain it sings,
it sings a song,
known to only
by the storytellers of long ago,
it involves a girl with broken hopes and dreams,
cradled by her unheard screams,
it spoke of how she waltzed with misery,
of how she sang along to treachery,
it excused her insane state of mind,
but one thing was left behind,
the story of her broken heart,
and how it could possibly have torn apart,
which was through only one certain way,
as written on the shadows of the forgotten runaway.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Disaster



The secret smiles,
the longing gazes,
the memorable moment,
at the most wonderful time,
the picture perfect beauty
of lowly love
the beautiful moon,
the silently peaceful night,
the perfect fairytale,
is so unreal,
Truly everyone knows,
as certain as the sun rises in the East
No one falls in love with a
tragic disaster

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Monday, August 3, 2009

People Leave

People come and go,
no matter how close,
no matter how deep the footprint,
they all leave,
no matter how deep the cuts are,
no matter how beautiful it was,
People leave,
it is simply a human feat,
that we cannot understand ourselves,
And all we have left,
are dark empty rooms and beautiful memories
waltzing in our minds,
and the resonating tears of an aching heart,
people leave,
to makes those tears fade away
and I am prepared to let you go.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Falling Stars


The gracious rain glitters on my face.
the tears that fall come running in place,
the broken hearts seamed wrong,
the pain in our veins strong,
a tragedy plays,
in the brightest of days,
then the stars fall..