Candy World..

Your candy world is full of cotton candy silver linings,
And a bubblegum sky of hope.
Though of lightning made of felt, and rain made of liquor...
If only you knew the people you D A M A G E around you..
If only you could U N D E R S T A N D even the pretense of it.
If only...

You see the world in shades of... well, yourself.
Your tunnel vision is like clouds of melted chocolate.
If only you knew how I U S E D to see you...
If only she knew what I K N O W... and what she D O E S N ' T
If only..

Your kiss, an explosion of Jolly Ranchers
Your hug, melting ice creams...
But inside I know what you W I T H H O L D
Some things... you will N E V E R let anyone else see.
If only I could tell you.. I K N O W

Your butterscotch love is getting hard to feel.
Your pop rock emotions are getting too explosive...
And your sour patch kids are difficult to swallow..
Soon... I won't know who were.

Surrender

My heart has been:
Thrown around
Tore up
Ripped in half
Crumpled...
And thrown away once again:
Into oblivion
Into abyss
Into complete utter darkness...

Your apologies show:
No emotion
No remorse
No sincerity...

You don't actually care anymore because you don't have a heart of your own.
She owns it, just like she controls you... Do you have any friends? Nope..
And it's all because of her...because they dislike her...and dislike you for who she's changed you into.

Behind closed doors, you are unhappy, but as soon as the sunlight hits your skin as you stand out in the crowd
You put on the face that shows all the lies, and all the happy times you once had in your life.
The lies you hold onto, because you my darling, are the only fool here now..

You will never understand, or surrender yourself from this hell
Because you are insignificantly weak and terrified of being alone...
Just surrender to the world...

I cannot waste anymore words on you...
I cannot waste anymore breath on you... for you are as insignificant to me...as I mean to you.

You (unfinished)

Pretty lies laced with ugly smiles. 

Inconsistent times dance with irrelevant distant memories.

False hope false in love with the dark side of truth.

Unwanted emotions reconcile with anger, as they move along to the melodic melodies..

And a mesmerizing movement... 

So I Thought...

All these pent up emotions.
I thought you were the one that I had always looked for...
Your striking love running through my dry veins refilling it with life and consciousness...

And then you take it away from me, like I mean nothing to you.
I'm just another dead leaf you didn't bother to move out of the way for... to look the other way for..

At one point in time, maybe I understood both sides of how she felt, how she fought, how she loved.... and how she lost that battle of curiosity, and insanity...
I spent time crying, shoulder to shoulder.. getting advice and taking it all in.. taking in the kind of person that you were truely showing to me.. I was in love with you, so I thought... so I wanted to be.... Your hand in mine felt like the ice was breaking around the frozen world around us...

Nor, did I know... the ice was thickning... not breaking...
For so long, I wanted you to notice that spark in my eyes, that excitement in my voice... how my heart jumped and leaped for your love....
And you never saw, never noticed, never cared.

Your lack of judgment and emotions is giving me whip lash. Decide what the hell you want and find it.
Though, I could only wish that I was that one you were waiting for... in the middle of that rainstorm of unhappy confusion. In that rainstorm of wanting someone and being wanted in return...

How I wanted you.... I have failed to make you see that. And for that I will not apologize, for I know somewhere you saw how I felt, somehow you felt me love you.... and if that was not enough, I shall not waste anymore lifeless words on the situation...

Just Random

 The wind isn't as silent as it normally is.
It's holding a cold bitter edge with it today..
And somehow, I feel this may not be over for a while.
And with knowing this, I know its going to be a long, hard, cold winter.
I don't fully expect anyone to understand how I feel, or what I am going through..
Although all I ask for is to have at least a few people by my side.
I just need to feel the warm sun on my back, before the cold flakes wash it all away from me.
I know I'm not alone.
Not this time.
And never again.
I know I've been on this crazed search to find myself...
But, what's the rush?
I know the basics, and for now, that's all that matters.

I refuse to let my bleeding heart freeze.
If they say ignorance is bliss, than who are those, that are selfish every once in a while?

No matter what, the sun in my world, will continue to shine.
It can't storm forever...
Only if I want it to.

Hell and back is no longer an option.
I choose to stay planted, right where I am.
I have nothing to hide now.
I'm right here, in the open...
"If you want me, come and find me, nothing's stopping you..." (Amy lee)

*10*19*09

10.06.10

The cold bitter air once again returns to the life after being dead for months

...this month is extremely difficult for me and you know why.

As I wander these streets, I'm screaming for someone, anyone to fear me to notice me, but no one looks up. I am invisible

and entirely alone in this world. I'm dead and hollow inside. My spirit flows among the falling leaves, as they plummet down to their resting place. They're all falling.......fallen like me.

The clods drift among the skies now...creating darkness and falling tears.

I remember how last year felt, the sun warm on my back, the wind kissing my cheeks I was happy. WE were happy. I wish I could still recall any sense of what that was like. Oh, how an adventure it was to be alive.

I remember the winds tickling the chime... The balcony heard marvelous songs as the chimes sang and danced for the world to see... they laughed and cried along with the rain and the sunshine. And now, they have retired. They're silent now, like me. Our stories have been told... And we are put to rest.

The cold bitter air settles in my heart now, and refuses to leave. I no longer remember what it was like to come home to you.....

Your kiss, your touch, your smell, the presence of you has faded so fast, and as I stand outside your front doorway...

I see the new memories you have made, and the new love that is shared And I turn away. I cannot bear this pain... or is this pain?

No trace of me is left of you to find, no hand prints on the window sill...no footprints leading to my domain.

My soul walks the daybreak lake, and I watch you come and go as you please. Unlike you, I am sentenced to eternal darkness...

For anyone to feel me, acknowledge my presence or to even know that I passed them by would be so amazing..

For you to see me.... standing at your door way would be a miracle. I've tried to come home to you plenty and plenty of times before... but your intuition doesn't allow you to see me.... to feel me.... as I cup my hands around your face...  as I lay next to you in bed when you're alone.... and hold you and kiss you.... and beg for your attention....

Instead, faith is wearing thin, the string that I am help upon is breaking slowly..... and the winter cold will soon freeze that string and and my heart and completely shatter it.... I think you can find me.... and save you... I beg you to find me and save me...

Nothingness

That constant change is still in the cool crisp now, winter air.
Longing and nervously awaiting my presence to come and capture it, to come play..
To take me into a world of nothingness.
The hope of knowing who I am, is nothing but a dark, sick and twisted fantasy.
I wish I could look in the mirror, and know who I am looking back at, thought I cannot tell you I can.
The disappointment is there every day.
The crunch of the leaves has subsided, and the crunch of the snow is crunching my soul.
The snow still falls, carrying on its own way, without a thought, a trace of emotion or acknowledgment.
The world falls silent, when that happens, like the Tin Man, being rusted in The Wizard of Oz.
Everyone freezes, all humanity is of a frozen Earth.
Those burning pages have not ceased with the wet falling snowflakes.
The pages continue to burn, faster and faster every day, holding on to its last hope of being put out, of being rescued.
The hollowness in my heart and soul have been filled with love, hope, and appreciation of life, but there are still cracks and flaws, that I cannot let go of, that will take years for me to let go of...
And why she holds on to these horrific scripts in her mind, no one, not even herself, will ever know or come to understand.
She's still traveling those dark, lonely deep woods, following some faint light at the end that she can barely see.
The light, that she is still trying to reposes, and gain consciousness with.
But now the ultimate question: Can she?

11.29.09

01.16.10

 The snow is melting, slowly, into the riverbeds.
and my tears that i have cried are drowning in them.
the earth, still lay so silent, so dark, so dead...
i long to play, though i am trapped within myself, screaming, for someone to understand me.
do you?
can you?
Come rescue me, take me away.
a world of shatterdness.
picking up the pieces, like the little girl i once was, picking the weeds that i thought were flowers.
and bringing them home...
home... a name that everyone should recognize, though it seems that word has been long lost in my days.
belongingness, wanting to be wanted, so much to ask for yet so hard to find.

*01/16/10

Goodbye

 "I've lost my way and you say you've found yours. I'm begging you to stay but you are in love with her. Maybe one day I hope you'll be back because letting you go feels so wrong all I want is another chance because in your arms is where I belong. I love you more I know how to say and now I know how to do is cry I never saw the end coming this way I never imagined having to tell you goodbye love is nothing but a never ending war pulling you round and round giving you all you could want and a little more and then all of it comes falling down and now you have her and she completes your life, and I stand here to tell you goodbye"

*02*13*2010*

Spring

The season of rain, grey, and redefining.
Where the Earth that had died and wilted away in the
Winter nothingness, is given a chance of rebirth..
To live and breathe, once again.

I love the rain...
I love to hear the sound of it falling to the ground, and
The sound of the rain hitting the random objects outside.
Like a million teardrops, from random people around the world
Crying along with me, or me with them...and they're never alike...

The smell of rain, something that no matter how hard they try
Can never be duplicated... Can never be squeezed and trapped.
Its a meditated warning that the teardrops are coming, forming, and gathering...
To mourn the losses of Winter...

And yet all I want to do is lay there, with the window wide open, and let the smell,
The teardrops, and they grayness in...

The grey... The perfect color to be associated with Spring, and rain.
The uncertainty of reforming and reconstructing,
Though nothing is ever what it was the year before..

Winter has brought me love, knowledge, enchantment and heartache..

And so Spring...
I ask you to rain on me, help me redefine, learn how to breathe and reconstruct once again...

*03.09.10

Rain

 you asked me tonight if it was raining 'here'.... you forget; we used to lay in bed and listen to the rain... will you ever leave my broken heart alone? and leave with your memories so I can forget your entire existence?? or continue to shatter what's left until I'm really nothing?? I remember opening every window and every door... to welcome in the rain, and its presence into the house... And listen to the wind chimes of the neighborhood converse with each other... Like old best friends at a high school reunion... That grew apart, forgot and thought about each other, and will forget each other again....
And I need to forget about you, and you me. Even though it seems like survival isn't going to happen, it has too. Just because I don't want to breathe without you, I have too, and although I don't want to forget about you, I have too.... So when it rains tonight, it won't whisper your name to me... It won't carry your scent.... And the rain will whisper to you sweet nothings about my existence, won't carry the perfume that you loved me wearing... And you'll forget about me babe. Because like they say, "Lightning Never Strikes The Same Place Twice..."
And "You Are The Thunder, And I Am The Lightning" just because we belong together, doesn't mean that were clashing, and then going separate ways... Ill run into you, ill see you two around... And the storm will clear, and the sun will be warm again... And ill move on baby, just like you...

""Field Of Innocence"
--Evanescence--

I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything

[Latin hymn:]
Iesu, Rex admirabilis
Et triumphator nobilis,
Dulcedo ineffabilis,
Totus desiderabilis.

Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Oh, Where

Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything

I still remember."

*April 27, 2010

"The Woods Are Lovely, Dark And Deep..."

Some days I wonder, if I know who I truly am.
Does anyone ever really know who they truly are?
I'm constantly changing, for the better, for the worse.
I get up in the morning sometimes... and wonder if I know who the hell I am, I'm myself in the mirror.... looking at some unknowing person in return. I reach out to touch her... but she fades away in the darkness. Does she hear my screaming?

The winter snowflakes took its first toll in the city... And into my heart. My confused heart and my curious soul. I've got so many things on my mind... and they're weighing down my chest. Like how the snow does on the grass after a severe storm passes... and that sunlight symbolizing hope passes through... and when that hard storm falls on my chest, my heart that has been buried deep down will explode, and all I know will break loose, and lose control... and then what?

The things I need to say, are weighing on my very body. Tearing those protective walls I have ever built down... Do I dare build a door? Or a window... I need some protection from myself.

I am simply complicated.
Do I apologize?


The wind chimes are silent tonight... The wind isn't surprising them with its earthly tickle against its metal skin, and the chime isn't laughing in return. The world is silent. Fallen. Cold.

With each drop of rain and snow falling, it signifies a change... And who knows what this change will bring. Maybe I will finally recognize the girl who looks at me every morning. Staring hopeless into the unknown world of destruction and robotics.

Will anything she sees represent what she will become? Or is she searching too hard. I sit and wonder, for that poor girl wants so little, and needs so much. Her hands, swollen and bruised from picking so many roses of life, and bandaged, from when its cut her so deeply.

Pages are burning away in her life, and yet, she has so many surrounding her, yet how can she feel so hollow? She's thankful, that the river bank she resides by will continue flowing and falling over those stubborn rocks who are so faithless as to move kindly out of the way... for, what would she do if it froze? She wold be frozen also.


As Robert Frost once said:
"The Woods Are Lovely, Dark And Deep... But I Have Promises To Keep
And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.."

And as she travels those deep, dark woods, and falls, she knows someone, somewhere will hear her lost, frozen, piercing cries, maybe that girl, will eventually find her wants, and get the things she needs... and understand what happens to be eating her inside...

Where Do I Begin?

"Ill move on baby just like you, when the desert floods and the grass turns blue. When a sailing ship don't need her moon, it'll break my heart but I'll get through. Someday when I stop loving you"


Carrie Underwood, writes about when he leaves her... And remembers all the memories...
And above is the chorus to "Someday When I Stop Loving You"

But, who sings about the opposite?
About me walking away from you like I did?
Like I felt like I had too?

You and I talked, sincerely for one of the very first times the other day...
Compassion, and laughter, and a little heart to heart..
But why confide in me now?
Why need me now?
Didn't you need me then?

You were all I needed, darling.. my air that I was breathing and the sun that was shining.
And then we pulled away from each other.
I never meant to push you away, I never wanted you to stray

But darling, you did... and that hurts more than you can ever imagine, because I don't think you have ever had it done to you because, sweets, you beat the girl to the punch of that attempt.

On July 16th, I ended that roller coaster of something I thought I would never walk into again... And then you opened up to me, like you used too... like the days when we would just sit and talk for hours and hours, I loved hearing your voice, the way you would get excited over certain things, and the way you would talk with your hands...

I thought that July 16th of this year would come as a victory, but I for see it as a setback, because it has been different without you in my life, and where do we go from here?? Does the deja vu come true??
Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't
Maybe I am doing best what you said I always did...
"over react"

Maybe I am reading too much into it. or maybe... maybe..

*June 24th, 2010

It's Been A Year...

 Its been a year today since I made the critical decision... Do I stay and be unhappy or do I go and be free? I chose to leave... For the past two months off and on, you've made it apparent that you have made a huge mistake by letting me slip away from you, and I do not apologize for leaving the way I did. You needed to see that I was worth it, and that she wouldn't love you the way I once did. She brings you down, you fight constantly, and here I stand here today,, a year later, a new girl, and I tell you that watching your green eyes and long hair walk away from me may have been the hardest, but best decision I could have made at that time.. I couldn't handle being down any longer. And all the demons that you have now can carry on with you, for I have made my peace and left at an understanding state with you. I can't change the past, but I have changed my future already. I'm sorry that you're drowning your emotions into other productive activities for temporary forgetting.. I wish I could help you, but I've helped you enough.. You need to find, fix, and heal yourself, and maybe you should walk away and save yourself the way I did.. I can't change things, and I can't love you again..

* July 16, 2010

07.21.10

If yesterday is supposed to be left "in the past" then how do we learn and grow from our mistakes?
If we don't look back upon those days, then isn't history just going to repeat its self over and over?

There once was a girl, who would look in the mirror, and see nothing reflecting back...
her reflection was lost in the cold and the dark.. unable to find any light to help her back...

The girl who looks in the mirror now, sees almost what she wants to see, but not quite.
There is a change in the wind.... a change in the motions, and she's not quite sure what lies ahead...
She knows she will have to leave things behind, yet again, picking up and moving along.
Her guard is up, and she wants to let it down, but has she conquered all the demons that set them up in the first place?
She must think so.. because brick by brick, it's coming down.... she can finally start to breathe again.

For once, the wind tickles the chimes that lie restlessly, waiting for some attention.
they chatter amongst themselves, telling the world what needs to be said..
Mother nature cries above them, and they respond the way she wants them to...
The storm carries along, in a slow manner, leaving its grace along the way..
This is the release she needed to feel... the one shes been counting on, waiting for...
needing so she can continue on the path before she started falling..

That change has already begun. New chapters, stranded endings waiting to be picked up..
She can't hesitate anymore, now is the time she must push herself to her limit...
now is the time she wants to break free now is the time that she can fly...
for her wings have been broken and torn for far too long... and repairs have been slow and cautious.
Now, she must learn to do things all over again..

Carry On

 Sometimes we have to trip and fall to understand.. But once we have that understanding of why we had to learn the hard way of doing things, we can learn and heal from it. To grow and let go. But don't forget, sometimes we do things to ourselves we aren't always aware of that hurt... sometimes we just have to take a step back to make sure we are on the right track, to make arrangements and adjustments and carry on back that trodden path..

*July 21, 2010

Maybe.. Just Maybe..

So many thoughts running through my mind. So many emotions running through my veins... And yet I am at a stand still. I've headed down a narrow path with blinding lights, and dull aspirations. I sit in the middle of a crossroad... There's only three ways to go... Where do I begin that journey? Will it end up where I want to be? Only time will tell. Only time can reveal what lies ahead... Sometimes I wonder if I took a wrong tuen down the straight path. I gather what I have left of me, and look back for other pieces and carry along. Blissfully taking that unnown trail of life. I lose a piece along the way each day, as it corosoes in the weathers permits. Its too late to gather those parts, but why collect the past things and take them with me, when they are nothing?
And you, I wish I could tell you what's screaming inside of me, though I feel like that's irrelevant at the moment. I feel like you are unprepared for the words that want to overflow from my spirit and soul.
I can't tell you what lies beneath my skin.. For I am scared that you do not feel as compatible.
I hold you high, for it has been you that has helped me see things unknown to me before. You've unleased a part of me I did now know that could exist. And all I know to say for that, is thank you.
When you ask, I give my honest answer. When you don't, I sit in slight confusion..
I carry along, each step just wanting me to scream out to you, but for now, my screaming is silence, and silence isn't so golden when you hold it within for as long as I have... Maybe.. Just maybe one day, you will walk along my path with me, like you have been. He will sit in the thunderstorms, and I will cry along with the falling silver drops and tell you what I have wanted. Maybe, just maybe..

July 30, 2010

August 30, 2010

Do you remember, how we met? At the end of July in 2005. You answered the door, stole my shoes, tickled my back, and after all of that, you were too shy to hug me goodbye.. And I thought I would never see you again. August 31, would have been five years for us... The day that our lives were going to change drastically.... The pictures, are gone.. And most likely faded. The cards are most likely burnt.. I tried to erase you from my memory and escape within self destruction to make myself believe you never existed in any trace of my memory. But somehow, you're still there. Remember that thing you'd do with your foot, when we would fall asleep and it used to drive me crazy until I didn't notice anymore? I did that this morning.... I didn't realize it until I had done it... And we loved the storms, and as the rain fell, on the morning of the 30th, tears fell along with them... Because I had realized what the 31st was, and would have been... We still hold onto eachother for reasons unknown.. Our communication is at a standstill in a circle of small talk. And maybe one day, we'll forget eachother and pass eachother in the grocery store, or on the street, and wonder to ourselves where we've seen eachother before...

The Way

The Way

I never thought I would find someone like you

Who treats me the way that yo do

The way you look at me, and hold my hand

The way you tell me you love me, and hold me when I'm sad

The way you look into my eyes

The way your hand slides into mine

Th eway you hold me when we're asleep

You're the one I always want to keep

You love me so much, and I love you too...

You're the one that I trust with my life, 

And that I'll forever give my heart to.

Promise me, years from now

When when we're old wrinkly, and our hair is grey

You'll love me the way you do now..

Until our dying days.

*February 9th, 2006

Broken Wings II

Broken Wings II

Broken wings

Ripped and torn

Saddened eyes

Lonely and sore

Locked away in my little space

Avoiding to see anyone's bright face

It's just one of  "those" days

Wishing everyone would go away

Standing by myself alone

Falling fast in a world unknown

Here I'll wait for your loving hand

Until then...In my space I stand...

**Written in April 2006

Broken Wings

 Broken Wings

I broke my wings again today

All I wanted was to go and play

Instead I'm sitting in the sand

Holding my shattered wings in my hand

I've never broken them before

I'm always careful as I go out the door

I take them everywhere I go

But now they're not there anymore...

I'll carefully put the pieces back together

And glue them inch my inch

One by one

And hope the glue will hold forever

And learn to fly again... after I'm done

I should have learned to use them before I tried

I told myself that it was easy to fly...

Now I sit and hold them as I cry.



*Written in 2006

Pluckie And Berry

Pluckie and Berry



Pluckie was a small yellow duck, he had no friends, always by himself, and picked on because of his feather color. Pluckie wasn't like the rest of the other ducks. He was slightly smaller for his age, the brightest yellow in the box, and he could definately stand out in a crowd.
   Pluckie enjoyed school though. He always waddled around the halls before it started, and around the grass on lunch. He kind of liked being alone because he had some time to think.


One day, while waddling around at lunch, Pluckie came across another duck  who was under the tree crying. Pluckie couldn't just walk away... he grew curious and waddled over to the saddened duck.
   "Whats wrong?" Pluckie questioned the other duck.
   "Everyone is teasing me because of my smaller size and outrageous color" the other duck replied.
Outrageous may have been the correct term. The other ducks were a "Macaroni And Cheese" Color. .. This duck was more of a "Jelly Bean" yellow.... almost the same as Pluckie. 


Pluckie sat himself next to the sad duck, and patted the ducks back with his wing for comfort.


"I know how you feel, I get picked on from time to time because of my size and color also" Pluckie told him.
"You do?" The other duck replied, finally looking up.
"Of course I do" Pluckie said.


"What is your name?"
"I am Pluckie"
"I am Berry..." The other duck said


Pluckie noticed that Berry had much in common with himself, a loner, picked on, smaller, and color. 


Pluckie and Berry were friends from that day on, and the were friends until the end. Pluckie and Berry had always taught other duckings to never judge a duck bu its feather, to love them for who they are not what they looked like.


*Wrote this for the hell of it. It was for a high school compilation and the teacher needed one more story*

Invisible

Invisible

I must be invisible

Because you cannot see me

I must be invisible

Because you cannot hear me

Don't you know I'm here too?

My imagination runs away 

And it takes me with it

And you're left here to stay

And you don't even notice that I'm gone

I could leave forever

And you'd be left with no one

I must be invisible

Because you cannot see me

I must be invisible

Because you cannot hear me

Don't you know I'm here too?

I'm standing right in front of you

But you can't see me I'm not there

My screaming goes un-noticed

And I vanish with the air..

But now you stare and wonder

If someone was there all along

You run and you search...

But I've been long gone

You must be invisible

Because I cannot see you

You must not be screaming loud

Because I cannot hear you...

*Written in  2005

She

"She"


She listens to the rain
And wipes away a tear
She wonders what it takes
To chase away her fears


She wonders why she feels alone
When she reminds herself she's not
She's got friends and family that love her 
But that's not what she wants


She needs someone who needs her
Someone to hold her at night
Someone who she knows that loves her
And tells her its going to be alright


She stares at the rain
And cries even more
She just wants true love
But it's just too much to ask for


She needs someone who neesd her
Someone to hold her at night
Someone to kiss and cuddle with
Someone who will treat her right


Then he came alone
And wiped away her tears
Told her it was alright
And she had nothing to fear.


She found someone who needs her
Someone to hold her at night
Someone that loves her
And everything is alright..



*Written about 2005

Beautiful Girl

 Beautiful Girl

Beautiful Girl
Lost her faith
Beautiful Girl
She can't find her place
Beautiful Girl
Hides and cries
Beautiful Girl
Broken Inside


The world she sees
Is so dark behind her eyes
Beautiful Girl
Has lost hear way
Beautiful Girl
Pretends she's okay


Beautiful Girl
Frozen Inside
Beautiful Girl
Has been promised so many lies
Beautiful Girl
Loved you before
But the Beautiful One
Can't love anyone anymore


Beautiful Girl
Hides in the corner and cries
Beautiful Girl
Sits alone as time flies

Beautiful Girl
Doesn't exist
Beautiful Girl
Fading away into the mist


Beautiful Girl
Running away
Beautiful Girl 
Knows she can't stay
Wondering why
She feels this way 


Beautiful Girl
Waits till the end
She waits for her life to begin once again...


Written back in 2005..

Bright Star

 Bright Star

Tonight I'll Pick The Brightest Star

And Wish To Be There In Your Arms

Yes I Know You're Not That Far Away

But This Bright Star Determines My Stay

This Isn't Goodbye Forever

And On Another Clear Night

I'll Wish Upon The Same Bright Star

And Have It Take Me To Where You Are

So I Can Feel Safe...

Safe Inside Your Loving Arms..

This was written many years ago, back in 2005.