Am I

Am I Being
A Childish Fool,
Wanting And Wishing
For Something Not Real?

Am I Being
A Childish Fool,
Hoping And Praying
For What May Not Come?

Am I Being
A Childish Fool,
Still Loveing You
With A Foolish Heart?
 

Should I Believe You?

Should I Believe You,
When You Say You're
Back In Town?

Even If Your Reasoning
Is Mainly For School.
You Don't Say What For.

I'm Not Sure If I Really Care...
Or If I'm Denying Everything...
Taking A Deep Breath...

If You're Really Here,
Would You Be Willing
To Prove It To Be True?

By Showing Yourself To Me,
And Findning Where I Reside,
Not Knowing What To Expect.

Just To Talk,
And Only Talk,
Bout Nothing,
And Anything.

Untitled.

I want to hear
All the things
I know for a fact
You wont ever say.

I want to know,
That you could
Possibly miss me
A hell of a lot more
Than I miss you.

Yet I'm smarter than that.
You don't care, not a bit.
You're more than long gone
And out of my reach.

But, how is it, that no matter
How hard I try and no matter
What I do, everything seems
To lead back to you?

You're a million miles away,
Yet still manage to drive me
Crazy with confusion of what
I should do, Where I should go...

I'm nothing but a silly
Broken hearted girl
Who needs to open her eyes
And get on with life as if...

As if nothing happened...
As if you were never here...
Yet I can't...

I won't ever know why...
Just that it is what it is.
I guess you're just that
One boy I wont ever
Get over..no matter
How hard I try...

I'm not entirely sure
How much longer I
Can pull it off...
Pretending I'm fine,
And nothings wrong.

It's there, if you look hard enough.
Hidden in my eyes, somewhere,
The desperation of forgetting...
What it is that I once felt.
That I can no longer feel.

Then again, I'm nothing
But a broken hearted girl
Who needs to open her eyes
And get on with life.

Can You See It?

Can You See It?

The Look I Hold?

What's Behind

Every Burning Expression?

 

It's The Thought Of You

That I Hold Deep In My

Bothersome Mind...That

In A Way Holds The Meaning

To My Very Soul

Considering I Have One.

 

It's The Grasp Of A

Dissapearing Girl

Lost In A World Of

Such Childish Games...

Sick Of The Wickedness

Of The Very Being Of

Mankind Itself.

 

Lost In A Daydream Where

Time Is Consumed By An

Unknown Love That's More

Than Long Gone And Maybe

Forever Lost In A World Of

Nothingness And Neverending

Lust Pain And Misery.

 

Yet It Isn't Real...

Or Is It Reality Itself

That Isn't Real?

With Every Little

Detail Of Nothing

And Everything?

 

It's The Look I Hold

That Says It All

With Every Little Detail

You Need To See Before

You Can Understand Me.