"What is it like to feel the rain?"
She asked him, deep in thought.
"Sometimes I think I forgot my name,
And I don't know where I stop.
Am I a part of this lovely world,
Or is it a part of me?
Is it my mind that created gold,
In my heart, is there too much greed?
Is any of this even real,
Or have I manufactured it all?
Please tell me, are you made of steel,
Or intangible as the things I draw?"
And as she lay there next to him,
He reached out, grabbed her hand.
The sky opened up and touched her skin,
Reminded her she could feel again.
Her heart broke open, open wide,
As he whispered in her ear:
"Just remember who you are inside,
I love you for that, my dear."
26 August, 2014
To Feel
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05 August, 2014
What Do You See?
If all you see is a pretty girl,
Walk the fuck away.
If you don't want to see my world,
Just get out of my face.
There's so much more to me than beauty!
There's a part of me that burns.
Deep inside I want for plenty -
Always something for which I yearn.
My arms are always stretched out wide,
To take in more and more.
So many things that make me smile,
And warm me to my core.
I'd never give up how I feel,
Although sometimes it hurts.
There is always time to heal -
Pain only comes in spurts.
I crave the bite of the fire,
Far more than the cold of the dark.
The flame takes me higher and higher,
And strengthens all my scars.
If the sting of the coals excites you,
Come on, take my hand.
I love a challenge, that's the truth -
Let me show you my land.
Walk the fuck away.
If you don't want to see my world,
Just get out of my face.
There's so much more to me than beauty!
There's a part of me that burns.
Deep inside I want for plenty -
Always something for which I yearn.
My arms are always stretched out wide,
To take in more and more.
So many things that make me smile,
And warm me to my core.
I'd never give up how I feel,
Although sometimes it hurts.
There is always time to heal -
Pain only comes in spurts.
I crave the bite of the fire,
Far more than the cold of the dark.
The flame takes me higher and higher,
And strengthens all my scars.
If the sting of the coals excites you,
Come on, take my hand.
I love a challenge, that's the truth -
Let me show you my land.
01 August, 2014
Without You
I'm sitting on this porch
Without you.
I'm watching the orange
Take over the blue.
Before long it will be too late
No escape.
There's no surrender now
Forget it.
Then it was now or never
Gone like a feather.
I've tasted the freedom now
Can't you see?
The only thing I need
Is me.
I've got my own back
Without you.
I'm letting the happy
Take over the blue.
Without you.
I'm watching the orange
Take over the blue.
Before long it will be too late
No escape.
There's no surrender now
Forget it.
Then it was now or never
Gone like a feather.
I've tasted the freedom now
Can't you see?
The only thing I need
Is me.
I've got my own back
Without you.
I'm letting the happy
Take over the blue.
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