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.

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

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.

Love

Love: Surprisingly it has began to exist,

in your eyes, in your words,

and in my heart...

Nothing

I am slowly disintergrating,

my mind disconstructing,

my heart breaking,

my soul falling,

into the darkness of nothing.

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.

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