part of my heart

I think part of me will Never heal,
cause it was as scary as a nightmare but it was real,
but part of my heart will always feel the empty feeling,
as empty as my thoughts as it hits the ceiling,

my mind will always think of you,
all the old things we used to do,
part of my heart will always be yours,
even when I open new doors,

my soul will feel,
every time you are near,
my heart will feel,
the times with you I hold dear.

in someone else's shoes

it helps me sleep,

dries my tears when I weep,

it keeps me happy,

relaxed, free and sappy,

people say its an addiction,

so they cause me to have restrictions,

they tell me its an affliction,

but I can make my own predictions,

I need it to breathe,

to live its like food , I feed,

I need it to feel,

the pain is too real,

its a craving ,

im saving,

the high , so real,

like something that heals,

cause they just dont understand,

the feeling off hand,

but I feel some relief,

despite others that grief.

Serenity

in world full of Colors there's always dark moments,

and when in doubt you've got to own it,

find the chaos and make a beautiful picture,

in darkness there a light fixture,

in voices screaming theres a overpowering peace,

let go and find the internal release,

breathe into a serenity of hope,

remember you can cope,

find the colors beyond the grays,

the healing beyond the pains,

the sun beyond the dark,

the lights guiding in the park.

Every drop Counts

every drop counts towards growth,

its a promise and an oath,

the droplets help the flowers thrive,

fuel it with love and it will strive,

give it shelter and sun and it will grow,

the more knowledge you have the more you know,

fill the flower with hope and love,

until it can shine above,

all the droplets count towards improvement ,

create growth is the movement,

every drop is fueled with love,

until it evaporates from above.

Solemn music on campus

When the solemn music plays,

I look back on those good old days,

When we would laugh till we cried,

And smiled and soared till we flied,

The windy days bring solemn tears,

Dark days and empty fears ,

The words of the music fill me with bliss,

When it was a moment in time , it was just this,

The symphony of the achey musicians tone, 

Like the empty dial tone,

The song with a hidden voice,

Power of choice. 

I Don't wanna Be afraid

I dont wanna feel trapped inside,

from my fears , I try to hide,

the scared little girl that haunts my light,

when theres no flashlight at night,

I dont wanna be scared,

knowing its only me there,

but im hiding from the unknown,

cause life isn't set in stone,

when night is dark,

theres no walk in the park,

scared of your own shadows inside,

hypnotized you cant hide.

The real Monsters under my bed

My inner child,

voices in her head go wild,

when she thinks of her terrors under her bed,

her paranoid thoughts go through her head,

its not the terrors of childhood,

its the unanswered terrors an adult could,

face when she grows older,

when life requires independence, where's the shoulder,

to cry on, the voice to soothe,

to ensure every move,

where the guide on the ride,

the person at the bottom of the slide.