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A song enters my body It runs through my veins Consumes my dark heart And makes me seem sane I hear every note With clarity & delight This song consumes my soul And fills my darkness with a light...
Carefully wrapped in blue, A label saying "For you", I wonder what's inside, 'I don't care' I lied, I wanted to tear it open, I know it's only a token, But it's much more than that, Well curiosity...
We tremble, And fall, D r i f t d o w n wards, Feel small, RISE up again, Dance In the rain, Before Plunging In Dark, Unholy, Unrestful, Sleep...
do you ever feel lost. like there isn't any purpose in life. are there those moments where you question what you do and why you are doing it.
2013, A year unseen, Happiness to come, Feeling sad and numb, Up and down, Smile and frown, Sober and drunk, Another ship sunk, Catfights and holidays, A green lipstick phase, Maybe flares'll come...
The moon, he watches, The road that I walk. I plod in silence, No intention to talk. I wander in darkness, The trees floating by. With his pale blue glow, Lighting the way.
riding the colourwheel Monday - red, burning, my head, turning, with all the things I must do Tuesday - grey, dull, too soon after the weekend, will this week neverend.
The Best day. Written by Taylor Swift. I'm five years old. It's getting cold. I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh. And look up smiling at you. I run and run. Past the pumpkin patch.
Inspired me Powered me I can see it I need it Why can't I do this?.
Broken wings of a little song bird She's never gunna fly to the top of the world Singing without so much of a word. Fading like wind breathing in.
These lungs they ache for air, Like my heart hurts for care. But I know that you're out there... It's just finding where. My feet will keep on walking my mouth hopes and keeps on talking.
Well you only need the light when it's burning low,. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow,. Only know you love her when you let her go,. Only know you've been high when you're feeling low,.
I threw a bottle in the sea,. Inside; a tiny piece of me,. Set adrift on a falling tide,. Left to waters vast and wide,. A small slither of my soul,. To leave me with a tiny hole,.
You never know what you've got till its gone, Never know what's right till you've done wrong, Never feel warmth until you've felt cold, Never know the truth until lies are told, Never know what's...
I chased your heart,. Right from the start,. When it was in my grasp,. You ran too fast,. Miles I ran to capture,. I was completely enraptured,. I ran and ran until I fell and tripped,.
Beautiful words don't come from golden sunsets Or from silhouetted perfect moments in time. Beautiful words come from the harkening souls That once seemed yours and mine.
Hope was here. Yes it came here last night and refreshed its fill. That's the reason I feel new and whole again.
It's okay to cry, It's okay to laugh, It's okay to smile, It's okay to get mad To be angry 'Cause it's part of Circle of life It's how we live everydays That's what makes us A HUMAN BEING Its okay...
Floating without care of yesterday’s toll In the endless river of blinding white, I close the shutters and cover my soul From the cries, the laughs, and war day and night.
Fireworks blare, But me, I don't care. All that matters is all around. In my families hearts they can be found.
Sometimes I sit and feel scared,. I feel so alone and unprepared,. Always in control of my destiny,. No one would expect any less of me,. I feel like I'm falling short,.
Dear 2012, I'm sad to see you go, for despite our differences, we actually had some good times. I know we started off thinking it would be okay but it didn't last did it.
In the sun, the world is color. Beautiful, fun, and bright. Then the lights are turned out. Everything's gray in the night. This is a sleepless dark. I'm tired of the unrest.
On a cold winter morning, I wake with a big smile on my face. It was Christmas morning and it would probably be my last. A girl like me, with a tumor covering half of her brain, is as happy as can be.