broken webs, tears of joytears of joy ran down her face..
she knew then it wasnt all a waste.
she had wondered for about three days.
when he would return...he has his ways...
he return. tears of joy..
she wondered if he was just a boy
she was happy beyond belief
he returned...what a relief
she hadnt slept in about three days..
she didnt apreiciate the suns golden rays
telling her another day had gone by without any news..
tears of joy ran down her face..
glowing on her face like black glistening lace
her hands upon the keyboard at a steady race
wanting to know if it was actually him at last
the web resealed, broken in the past.
she didnt think he would ever return
it had hurt her like a blistering burn..
the return like a cold relieve,
she could speak but gasped in relieve
he had returned..her heart sewn up atlast
the broken web..a thing of the past
maybe she can sleep once again
but he returned and was there then.
the broken web...a saddening state..deep thoughts in the mind..
all now thinks of the
no returnhe is gone
is it to late?
will he return
i'll just have to wait
one hundred tears i shed right now
my heart beats more then a steady rate
at least i know now it is me he didnt hate
will he ever return from the black gate?
he understood me even when everybody else showed me derate
is he gone?
is it to late?
at least i know now i was not the bait.
my heart is now torn in two
who knows if he will return
will i have the patience to sit and wait?
he is gone...is it to late
i am deadIF you steal my head i will not die
drown me and i will breath water
throw me off a cliff and i will fly
slit my wrists and i will not bleed
hang me and my neck will not break
burn me and the flames will not burn me
pull off a limb and it will grow back
and after all this i will not wonder why
all you will do is lie
say hello and i will say goodbye
i thrive in the nightime sky
the darkness welcomes me as a old friend
my life was infact upsettingly the end
there was a slight bend
in the road im afraid.
i wasnt suppose to die that way.
how was i suppose to die anyways?
i do not remember its been so long
since i took my last breathe
that indeed was a long way away
it seems like it happened only yesterday
for now this is all i can say
be youi dont petend to be who im not
if you dont like who i am then watch me walk away
i am who i am
and thats all im going to say
if you look in the mirror and dont like what you see, no you will not find out what its like to be me
only i know what its like to be me
im not always happy with myself and i fake some smiles
but i dont be who im not
if you dont like it feel free to leave
i dont petend to be her and i dont petend to be him
i am just me
you will never find out first hand what i see
and that is how its going to be
if you dont like who you are, then dont look in the mirror
dont look at the face that glares back at you
we've all made mistakes
but you have to live with the past
be who you are, express your self cause life moves to fast
your depression will not last
neither will what you see in the mirror
all i know is that its weird to be me
look now see the image is past
dont look in the mirror and say that you will be different
your attitude will change. DONT, be who you are