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Old black and white pictures are faded and worn
the pain they portray is there in her eyes.
Innocence doomed from the time she was born,
no tears for a childhood she lost in the night.
Some folks see her in the window,
just a shadow standing there.
Some folks hear her in the morning
when she sings her daily prayer,
but they’ve never really met her
and she likes it just that way.
I pretended to sleep,
so you’d leave me alone.
But you didn’t leave me alone, at all.
And now
its a secret
I hold.
Feel the hidden Spaces between the lines/ Siente los espacios escondidos entre las palabras
They are whispering the hidden secrets between your eyes/ Están susurando los secretos entre tus ojos
Maybe speaking was a mistake
Maybe trusting you with my secrets wasn't a good idea
I forgot how much power my words hold
They have the ability to save or destroy my life
dear jd,
veronica is hanging from the top of the bell jar,
and her heart was poisoned with antifreeze.
what are you going to do when the vault of your secrets destorys itself?
S another day, another eight long hours of me holding my breath T waiting for something, anything, to go wrong O over and over, my soul experiences turmoil to the extent of death P this has been going on for way too long
Kindergarten kids don't understand
corruption. They don't form secret
plots. The worst they do is
gloating about themselves to every other kid
at random, telling prideful stories. Some want to
If the lined pages
Were a prison
Then the words
Were the prisoners
Whose sentences
My hand is kept as claw clutched close to my chest.
Even I'm not sure what's inside.
Did you think you could pry it open?
Secrets are meant to be hidden, my darling,
And mine are hidden from me.
Ocracoke has secrets. For those who have time, she may unveil herself slowly while her tide plays with the moon and her sun rises with an avian chorus.
Questions like "what happened?" or
"did you hurt yourself?" send a
pins and needles panic down my back.
Shut up - go away - shut up - go away
I can't hear you anymore!
You're all quiet to me now!
Why do we hold these things inside?
The little things we’ll never say.
Is it because we don’t want them to know?
Hearing my secrets
That's still only a small part of me
You don't comprehend how much life's taken a toll on me
But I'm good I'm great
Hearts pumping no mistake
Wind, to me sing
Your lullaby,
Your comforting tone of peace.
I am not,
Could not be, alone
Amongst the presence of the breeze.
Tell me secrets,
Fear not, song,
I am a Photograph
I am the slip of paper on the top shelf,
The blotch of color in between slabs of plastic,
The secret behind glass.
I am the beginning, and I am the end of every tale.
Sometimes I wanna say what I think I should have saidand sometimes I keep things all in my headmy mouth closedneedle and threada zipper acrossmy lips of red
The rose petals fall so swiftly,
as though they were made of the wind.
They tilt and they tumble,
as though filled with sin.
The dark color of it's velvet,
hides your secrets.
They fall to the ground,
Love is evil, Love is kind
Still Imagining your hand in mine
Entagled together like a thorn and vine
The piercing is loves burden, yet I don't mind
Oh how this little light of mine
I refuse to let shine
You dare say 'I don't know what pain is',
Yet, dear family, you've been fooled by yours truly.
it's scary how one bad memory can make you forget all the good ones, how a single word can overweigh a whole book and how one smile can hide a thousand tears.
Where would one put their deepest darkest secrets?
Somewhere in their room?
A friend's house?
Their mind?
The fire?
Lunch period. A high school courtyard.
A 15 year old hovers over a bound book-
a diary-
while at school.
The book is thick; full of receipts, stickers,
the occasional leaf or two.
Oh! Earth made human
What do thou buryeth deep
In the soil of thy heart
That thy mouth out of abundance
Dare speaketh not
Your lies are bigger than your fears
The voice of your heart which you can't hear
Secrets were never meant to be kept
But now your soul is trapped
I struggle!
Every day I struggle:
I battle with the Truth;
I wrestle with who I am.
I am a sinner,
Indeed, that cannot be hidden,
But my inner self I keep inside,
Lets take a grade of students from
An Average High School in the U.S.
The details will vary,
but the main concepts are the same.
Young people can be filled with such painful
secrets.
"The mind is a box
And truth its key,
A music box full of
Unique melodies.
It plays for those
Who wish to hear,
Its sorrows and woes
Of many a year.
You may also chance
All my worries
were covered behind the facade
of laughter and joviality.
Now the walls are
being taken down.
There's a hole left inside of me.
Sitting in class with my Victoria Secret perfume of Temptation and in my new letterman jacket.
I’m on the honor roll, valen victorian of my class, and engaged, not in some ostensible straitjacket.
bittersweet
is a girl with two left feet
somehow wanting to dance into my
life and making me feel
again
bittersweet
How do I describe this feeling?
There are no words.
No words.
Words are scary.
You might say the wrong thing.
"No."
"I like it."
"This is me."
"I'm fine."
"Go away."
My father stumbles in
Feet tripping over-
Heel toe, heel toe
At a quarter to 2
-Am, of course
My mother is asleep in her bed
Slipping under the guards of yellow tape, that warns "stay away," burying myself into clouds and space. Locked into this haven, reserved only for my soul,
My love for you is hidden, my love for you must die.But it can't,the love we share thrives deep within us.Our love can't be spoken but our eyes say it all.The longing we have for each other.Our eye says that we would climb a mountain for each othe
She has so many secrets
Beneath those sea blue eyes
So much she's never spoken
So many hidden lies
She wants to show her real self
But in fact she's too afraid
She thinks if she takes off the mask
They want to understand me.
They want to know how I work.
They want to cut me open and see my gears
Turning and turning.
They want me to tell all my secrets,
Tell my every thought,
What's wrong?
Nothing
Everything
How are you?
Good, thank you.
I'm numb, you?
What ya doin?
Writing
written 08/07/16
The secrets we keep
Just words between us,
We carefully speak
Perfectly hushed.
But now I have questions
And we are never alone,
So I speak nothing
I give my love my everything:
The nooks and crannies of my soul.
His mask then fell, unveiled a liar,
Spilled every secret: none untold.
Friends come, they go, all while they know
Just because you cannot see the scars does not mean that they are not there.
It does not mean that the thought did not cross my mind like the blade crosses your skin.
Secrets.
We all have some.
What makes you think your's are just a little harder to comprehend .
You just cant see them all...
Some hide them in their slits, which can cause blood problems.
Dark secrets stalks the night as the moon raised
The steps of the secret edges closer
As the moon fetches the ocean praise
But I couldn’t clutch my secret forever
Each day my passion ablaze like the stars
It hurts again
This familiar pain
The ache in your chest
The depressing rain
The gloomy sky
So high above
It feels cold
And chilly
And somehow wet
And it feels like
Tell me poetry
Why would I write for you?
I stare hard at the blank lines, demanding
You're a wielder of words, they whisper
You let a chair fall sideways, and you let a rope do you wrong. A basket filled with gratitude is now a basket filled with garbage.
Secrets are spread all around
Lies are told to you and me
Hate blinds those who cannot see
The truth that is spoken is not believed
One person you can trust
Is me
Upon thee arrival of opening heated pearly gates,
Patiently I waited for another chance to make a cool escape.
The shadows and a violet pen provided me with a plain face,
I write to ease the pain of the day,
untold with many stories to say.
My pen moves swiftly along each line,
while I sit here and wait for the words to align.
Hours upon hours,
while each word empowers.
I need your eyes looking back into mine
I need your love, your words, your time.
I need your lips and love divine
I' ve had none of this kind.
I need your secrets spilling from your soul
Back and forth
Back and forth
Scanning the lines
Finding the rhymes
Eyes flicker and flit
Watch the words split
Feeling the pain
Dancing in the rain
Alongside the unsung hero
A svelte owl,
on wing through this dark mooned night,
an ego ghost on the prowl,
to find what has been for his might.
.
Elusive moonlight,
scattered over frosty grass,
Shadows,
Dark, cold spots in a ray of sun.
Shadows hide things,
Hide secrets.
You look at me,
You see a bright, smiling, happy person.
But it's only a wall,
And that wall,
This feeling sining into my chest
It feels as though someone has cut me open and poured in hardening cement
I don't even know what is running through my brain
I suppose now, I have really gone insane
Kissing. Twisting. Turning. Melting. Loving.
Thank you for reminding me who I am. Thank you for reminding me that Julie Andrews was right; now I will always have confidence that happiness will come again.
When the heart stop beating, a pulse will keep bleeding
The secret I lay into your mind has already been completed
Even if you don’t read this, I guaranteed you can guess that was me
We have superpowers,
like waking up daily,
sometimes getting dressed,
managing schoolwork
despite so much stress.
We are the best
at being alone,
and wearing long clothes,
"A secret?" he asks.
A cute and airy one.
Or maybe just the favorite,
Name you want to name your son.
It's not a special book,
like the ones you see on TV,
but it's mine and it means a lot to me.
It doesn't have sparkles on the cover,
like the ones the pretty girls have,
Someone once told me secrets are necessary, but no one told me secrets get you broken hearted.
I hate secrets
I HATE SECRESTS,
not than anyone will ever know.
I have so many secrets
You pressed your secrets into my skinLike they were the most delicate ofFlowers, IPut them between the pages of only myFavorite books, and even thenOnly the ones I knew you’d like
Leave, go out of me
You’re the thing that kills me
You let all my friends see
And then they leave
I write in you
My mother says it’s childish
My innermost thoughts
My secrets
Locked safely in the tear wrinkled pages of your tattered spirit
Burdened with my shameful exploits of debauchery and lust
It's so cold
Everytime I open my eyes this chill hits my spine & in that very moment Im completely frozen
My hearts been numb by the base & I've grown numb to the faces of the pain that I try to run from
Paintings can never be perfect.A soft thin brush coversAlmost every white space to paint.But paintings still has blurs.
I smile in hope they will stop staring.
I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror.
I smile in hope to make someone's day.
His face was like looking at time itself
Everything moving froze in his wake
A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek
As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery
His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
The hidden name behind this faceThe memories that time cannot erase.Things no one wants to know,Are things I whisper, quiet and low.Things that may not seem much-A gentle hand, her soothing touch.
He is famous:
He is loud and bright.
People are forced to acknowledge the sight of his existence.
Without him, nothing would get done.
Everyone loves the beauty of his entrance and even his exit.
WHO AM I
I am a tree-
standing where I am.
I am the wind-
always there, but never seen.
I am an eagle-
slowly soaring by.
I am looking out for you
and I sometimes wonder why.
From our view the moon goes into secrecy almost every month;
it simply makes itself invisible to or eyes,
but it always comes back;
the moon aways ends its secret ventures.
Maybe we are sometimes like the moon,
Every Child has a wish.A tiny and small fragile wish.A wish that soon turns to a lie.In which the lie soon turns to a 'deed'Making it into a Secret.
Sssshh...
The Mystery of the Dark -
Not knowing what comes next
Or what has already come to pass.
The universe holds so much. It is so much more than we give credit. It consumes truths and devours secrets. The stars are just as much of a mystery as the bottom of the ocean. The moon holds its truths on its darkest side.
If I could, I'd tell you,
How when you're near,
My heart skips a beat,
How your voice sends shivers,
Down my spine,
How when you talk to me,
It gets hard to breathe,
So long, she's spent hiding, behind her velvet mask.
Hiding herself from the judging eyes,
Pretending to be someone, anyone else.
She smiles, while everyone stares intently.
school is so tough And teachers just want To make it rough.People always want to fight even out in plain Sight. So disgusting, bet these people aren't used to adjusting.
6:10 a.m.
The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the sky is blue.
The outside looks flawless. The inside is trapped.
She walks into the bathroom, she looks into the mirror, she sees the same thing.
Flowers bloom red across the crimson water flow
A ripped and torn dream hidden behind hallucinations
I do not have an opinion
Because that would be
Picking sides
And once I have picked a side
I found a doctor who doesnt believe a word I say
He asked what was wrong with me on this day
I replied "I see things that I shouldn't see
A world without sweet honey or bees
To sting"
I see
I see the storm brewing around me without any grey clouds in sight
I see the crash bound to happen when speeding on an empty road
I see the shining light in the darkness that is wrongfully avoided
My heart beats fast; My breathing is labored
My feet shuffle quickly; My gaze never wavers
My book in my hands; My destination in sight
My anxiety is there but; My chin is held high
You will alway know something is up with a girl
She just doesn't speak unless spoken to
She becomes really quiet
"Honesty forever"
Is what I told myself
When confronted with a friend
I put that promise on the shelf
At the moment my mouth opened
I regretted what I said
A little stuffed pugto replace to one you lostso long agohas watched you all this time.I've seen you grow,I've watched you learn,and already I knowthis is not what you wanted.
I drove with the windows down To feel the air upon my skin To watch the sunlight kiss the trees To figure out what sleeps within
There are some secrets
so horrible
that one doesn't even
say aloud,
for to do so would
be to
except it as truth.
So instead, we whisper
"I love
you" against each other's
How was she to know it would turn out this way?
What were the warning signs?
What was she supposed to look for?
When was she supposed to stop?
Can she really help who she wants?
She saw his brother and knew,
Don't you have secrets you can't tell anybody?
Secrets you've kept like sacred promises?
All your life feels like an unopened box
If you let the light in, your demons escape.
I had a secret that I did tell
I told the pen, it kept it well,
But then I told it to mankind
And my condemnation I had signed.
On a page the words will stay
Small and silent they obey,
I know your dirty secret
Is locked in a box
Or a closet perhaps,
I hope no one knocks.
It's buried so deep,
But still it reeks.
So awful and horrible,
We’re just friends,
She laughs, smiles, talks with me.
We’re just friends!
We’re just friends,
I laugh, smile, talk with her.
We’re just friends!
I’ve let down my walls,
And I have no idea why.
I haven’t even known you
A whole year
And I am telling
You things
That I won’t even tell
My best friend.
There's this key to success so recogonize where your looking
Your busy trying to find it on your own
While everybody else is busy cooking
NO! It's not under the couch
They are shouting and eating
I say I’m a writer, but how would they know
When each line and verse I’ll never show?
Each word loops endlessly through my head
a catchy tune, not sung but said
Still, the words can’t leave my mouth
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
"Hello," you say, "Goodmorning. How've you been?"
All I see is heaven
Lights and glory all in one.
It's how you carry yourself,
Carry yourself away from me
Secrets are meant to be hiddenThey're everywhereYou keep them from:Your familyYour friendsYourself
They say, "I dont judge."Oh but they do!
Pain hurts
Secrets KILL
No one has felt pain until you've felt what I feel.
Scared to open up
Scared to reveal
Whispers into the wind go unheard
Nature keeps my secrets
The trees won't speak a word
Even after the sun sets
They will never tell
As a child she was instructed to stay upon her knees nightly, for forgiveness, for praise. Life progressed on; and times turned for the worst.
Scribble Scribble Scribble
that was my day
that was the good stuff
that was the bad stuff
Scribble Scribble Scribble
those are my hopes
those are my dreams
those are my goals
Its 5:33 and your lying next to me, which seems so small but means the world to me.
When we're under the sheets
I'm more than just dreaming
I'm in a better place, bigger than just my fairytale
I can't breathe
My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me
His hands are warm, controlled and gentle.
He's comforted others before me,
To you whom-- has my heart
I seek in you, my whole desire.
But she punctured you, thy dart.
we speak, my love, in quiet words.
with words we must not leak
for she will come and tarnish you
I don’t think anyone expected this to happen.
Hell, I didn’t expect this to happen.
They didn’t expect us to happen.
I didn’t expect you to happen.
If there was one thing I could change,
There’s no doubt it would be
To keep my parents here with me.
And no, they haven’t died.
You can’t bring back the dead.
And no, not arrested,
I don’t know the cure
The pain of a secret
No one can know
It changes everything
But will they respect how I am
Who I am?
When is the time right to let out a secret?
It’s important.
The heart beats like a thousand drums
When in the face of inquiry to another
A yearning soul heard over melodious hums
You say you want to get to know me better.
You want me to open up,
Spill my guts,
Tell you my secrets,
Give you my heart.
If only I could.
In this world of darkness, my secrets are my own though others try to know them they'll forever be unknown...
"You are nothing but what you want to be"
And what I want to be I must conceal
I must hide
Keep it secret
Sweep it beneath the rug
Never to see the light of day
Put it under lock and key
The pain cuts deep, the sorrows wide
The sadness gets too hard to hide
Paint on a smile and say you're fine,
Don't let anyone know you've crossed the line.
Add a few bracelets, longer sleeves
You ruined my life
By causing me so much strife
You were my best friend
That's why it's so hard to comprehend
A dark door
Pich with deceit
Secured under a lock
A different key for every secret
A key for a lie
Too tiring to close
A slip to burst open
Skeletons piled high
Past spread wide
Oh, how I envy the ways of courtship In old Victoriana.
Its mannerisms. Its motions. Its subtlety.
The messages, hidden in plain sight
With simple gestures and sleight of hand, so much could be said,
There is a wall in my psychology class
It has a tackboard covered in masks
Above it are the words "What makes you who you are?"
I often stare at those student made facades
Wondering "What makes up my mask?"
I've got a little secretI don't know if I should tellyou might not understandbut I don't feel well
Thump thump said the summer rain
Once upon a time I was glad you came
Your touch reminds me of the wind
Of the moss and the trees
Your smile, your eyes always leave me wanting more
The first time I talked to you is something I’d never forget
I am the secret of the universe,
You can find me out in the cosmos,
Or right here on earth.
You see me everyday,
You see me all in the environment all around you,
I bet you didn't know.I bet you don't know.I bet you won't know.But I bet you do too.
Its confusing isn't it?But a life of secrets is what we choose.
She's happy then she's sad.
Annoying comments make her mad.
Never ending lies hurt heart,
Never ending fights shove a dart
So deep her face starts not to care
What others speak,
What others share.
I gather myself once again
I hope that one day we will walk hand in hand
my love for you is fading each day
but don't forget I still care about you in every way
This feeling that you leave me with when you leave
There's more to me
more than you can see
you don't know the hurt I do
you don't know what I have to loose
I show you a smile
but inside I still cry
you'll never know how I truely feel
Secrets and frustrations deep in her soul
All innocence gone… a new girl reborn
The temptations leaving scars and hearts torn
Painful memories making her un-whole
Internal battles keeping her from her goal
You feel guilty, haunted
and it's eating you away.
You think that you can hide it, avoid it
but this guilt is here to stay.
The first step into freedom
is coming out with the truth.
Follow-~>
The woman in blackWho looks for her child.
<~- Retreat
To the safety of homeWhen the child is found
Open-~>
The book of spellsAnd wait till nine
<~-Close
I walk among the childrenSome young and some oldLike the oak tree in myGrandfather’s house.
The wind ruffles the leaves.It is a foggy fall night.Im not alone.At least I tell myself I’m not.
I could tell you a secret,
But it's locked inside.
I could dig in and reach it,
If I dismantled my pride.
I really want to tell you,
But you're in a different state of mind.
Creeping shadows once more ariseamong the shrieks of pain, their criesMingling with the symphony
Da Dom Da Dom Da Dom (heart beat)Before I knew of his mistake I’d already condemned himEven as he tried to explain I scolded him for action he never madeRazor held high I went in for the killHe’d never hurt another
My life is a lie.
Every day is a challenge
As I put on a show for those closest to me.
I was taught that these feelings inside me are wrong.
When someone asks
"Are you gay?"
When someone says
"You look lik a guy."
When someone knows the truth
they know me by no lies
they just dont know it all
the real alswers to their questions
When will the darkness end?
Will morning ever come?
Will I always have to pretend?
Or will the mask be broken by some?
The smile on my face,
Is almost never real,
I put it there to hide,
A feeling so strong, it can't be hidden.
Nothing you can do about it, so you hold it all in,
but you're afraid the truth will slip out;
your secret will be uncovered.
I know I didn't tell you
Mum was the word
Couldn't you see, in my eyes
The things you never heard
If I shut my eyes
Maybe I can unsee
All of the things
The world has done to me
scars are something i have plenty of,
some are bigger than other
but they're all caused from something i've once loved
and mine are usually worse than anothers,
all my scars tell a story
Behind these glasses my mind growls - full of emptiness - like my stomach. Not fed. A mosquito trapped in a window. My mind trapped in a tiger's cage. Gnawed, ripped.
The Wind shares her secrets
to summer's dying Leaves;
with Her promise of spring
they fall so hopefully.
One last burst of color-
they wither away;
calmly assured
that warmth returns someday.
The darkest night hides a chilling truth,
Invisble to even the most adept sleuth.
Creaking, whining, shrieking, twining,
Sneaking through the depths subliming,
Reaching out to the gleaming sun,
Led by a Voice from within
Words slip off my pen
without my knowledge.
They are not my Words
yet my hand delivers them.
These Words are spoken slowly,
A note for an in the closet bi-sexual
even if your family doesn't believe in bi-ssexuality
you believe it
because that's who you are
even if your family doesn't know about it
you do... So don't worry
Where do you think the secrets go
Those you think alone you know
Are they hidden under lock and key
Unless you will it, never free
Or are the whispers whispering among themselves
it was a flawless secret
one held too tight across her mind
it would push against her eyelids
so that every single time
she would close her eyes to rest or even blink
it would take control of her dreams
I write a poem; a verse; a page in my diary,
To calm this fire and rage.
Cause there is no soul I trust to let the air out.
I listen to those music; to those rain drops falling;
Put on the makeup. Dry your tears. Smile for the camera. Don't ever tell anyone. Everyone already knows. He hit you again last night. He'll hit you again tonight, like every night before, and every night to come. Leave him you tell yourself.
There are so many keys
That are scattered all about,
Some are hidden, some I’ll give you
And some you’ll never find out.
They are the keys to my body
Heart, mind, and soul,
On my body there are scars
Ugly, hideous scars
These scars feel detached
As if they are not mine
But are simply leeches
Unwilling to let go
On my body there are scars
If I write to you how I feel inside
will you take my words and bring them to life?
Will you give them a melody
a way to be heard by the weak and the strong?
Will you help our story become a way to let go
Secrets will be the death of someAnd if not physically then mentallyWe shouldnt keep secrets from our loved onesIt will scorn even the most forgiving, of course unintentionally
It hurts me, more than it hurts you
Seeing the pain in your eyes makes me want to die
I will never understand it, but I’ll do my best and try
But I guess if nothing was said, I really didn’t know you at all
None of us are what we seem to be; we have our scars.
We carry secrets, pain, baggage, feelings, and thoughts
That we keep hidden away from the unforgiving world.
Some people keep secrets like they’re going out of style,
Like they’re a form of currency,
And if they don’t have enough they’ll go broke.
And others, well, they give them out to any ears willing to listen,
Hungry for help,
Yet mute in fear of misjudgment,
I store my confessions in vaults.
Gated and guarded,
My secrets are sheltered in silence;
A lone and cumbersome collection.
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There once was a man named Ted,
Who decided one night to look under the bed.
What he saw, it seemed,
Really made him scream.
And now, he has no head.
Blade to skin, my wicked sin
My vision dims, the rush begins.
Hidden reminders of my pain,
Red teardrops stream down like rain.
Winding lines across my wrist
My flirtation with Deaths kiss.
~Give me a glass and our eyes will do the talking
~Maybe names could be exchanged
~By midday we'll tango,five you'll be flirting, and by six you'll be my ecstasy
Holding inside
My biggest secret
Could be the hardest
The largest
Regret.
Opening up
Could be a mistake;
A wrongly taken
Chance.
They say it gets easier
But it could also become
I should tell you that the adoration in your eyes
Shines brighter than any I’ve ever known
But just like the boys before you
Whose fumbling hands couldn’t wait
To let go
You, too, will fade.
the girl you found
Have you seen the girl that shines?
The one that thought she could only shimmer.
She holds her head up to the sky.
And her eyes; you can see them glimmer.
You love him
he loves you
There's something not supporting you two.
It cuts through your love like a double-edged sword,
You were barely even warned.
You thought that love would be enough,
It’s hard to decipher from my head and my heart
Not knowing which one to listen to
It’s like Satan on one shoulder and god on the other
Both persuading you
But which one will I choose
They make fun of me.
Things I do and say.
Is this their way
Of killing those who are unworthy?
Who doesn't deserve to be happy?
Those of us who stray
From “normal”, live with an array
As I lay awake in bed at night
My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight
Though invisible, they’re plain in sight
Stenciled images in black and white
They scream and wail, unending fight
Fighting to keep the past behind
Fighting to keep the ground underneath my feet
While all around the world dissolves to ashes
All around me
It wasn't all fair
With the stars in your hair
And the smile
That played on your lips.
When you made me believe
Here's my long lost dream
Coming true.
Happiness is all I ever wanted But loving you is like a dying weed The actions that you portrayed assaulted The way you talk to me can only feed The hatred I once felt for you is gone In my search I have found somebody new Who handles me like a de
Let me start by saying that us girls are hypocrites,
We give our friends relationship advice and end up putting up with the same shit
These dudes only do what we allow
Give a dog some beef and of course he'll want the cow
I miss your soft lips. I miss your white T's. I miss how whenever I tried to get the hair out of your face you would shake it right back over your smirk. I miss the scracth of your unshaved face on my cheek.
You call me son.
I call you by name.
The things you have done
You should be ashamed.
You say you are a better man,
You want me to see.
My eyes are open
To the man who stands before me.
Back when I was a ballerina
I turned and twirled
With leotards and pink tutus.
I sautéed.
I plied.
I turned and went the wrong way on stage
And provided plenty of laughs for my family.
There was one day,
When the world was hid away,
That time in place did stay.
The sun was high,
Up in the sky,
And summer didn't fly by.
Such little hands
With little fingers
Such small feet
With little toes
Sandy loves to play outside
Sandy loves to sing as loud
as she can
Sandy loves to love things
She loves pink and dresses
I know too many
I wish I could tell someone all my secrets
Well actually they’re not even mine.
All the secrets I know, are of others.
People think I’m a bad person, because I joke a lot
I’m not serious enough
Outside it's too quiet;
inside it's too loud.
All the words I'm thinking.
The secrets abound.
The loving,
the hating,
the liking,
the hurting.
I wish they would just let me be now,
Music thearapy for my body and soul
More room for the new, sayonara to the old
Same me, but wiser and bold
often portrayed as heartless and cold
my emotions are opposite of Django, chained and controlled
You feel alone don't you?
Your heart is aching with an unbearable pain.
He hurt you. And he was the one you trusted most.
He broke that and you are mad and upset.
A yell, a hit, a tear.
Sounds echo in my thoughts
Why am I ignorant? Why do I lie?
I dream; I don’t remember
Well it's nothing new,
Nothing to shake the rattles in the mind
We all have door with a lock but no key
We all have our secrets, our past, our deeds
We've seen the ups and we've seen the downs
We've seen our loved ones placed in the ground
We've been scared and scarred
Satin ribbon
strokes my hands and pierces my sides
like shards of unfeeling ice
Warm,
Auburn, satin ribbon
One can never see what goes on behind closed doors.
All you have is the insight from a young, bright-eyed girl, who just wants a chance.
A typical suburban family is not all as it seems.
