

a maybe never was kind of dayjust like that broken dream you let float away, to seea maybe never was kind of day
which way the winds might blow.
farther from your heart and no where near your hopes-
and it's carried away, til the wind is all but gone, left standing alone on the brink of a forgotten tomorrow.
and you remain --left behind, grasping at a
stagnant whispering of what you let slip away.


paint me truei see your Heart, bleeding red.paint me true
a sense
insignificance, in
a splash of white.
watch your wishes, swathed in seas of green.
and your loneliness -
a solitary smudge of yellow.
nothing but pure hope, in a smattering of purple streaks.
the colors, they blur -
like your truth and reality- lessening the line between all you are, and all you might be.
paint me like the colors of my soul.


One More TomorrowYou wonder What tomorrow will bring.One More Tomorrow
Not a new chance, Nor a new thing.
No you wonder- Will she smile Will she cry. Will she yell. Will she be fine.
Is it, your fault Or hers today- Are you strong enough To stop, the pain
To hide the hurt, look past the words you didnt say.
Can you see the truth And stop the blame,
To be what you should be today.


secondhand humanyou, are like a shiny toy, new and enticingsecondhand human
something exciting, oh how they say they want you
but they will not keep you, and when they have their fill, they will leave
you
because you, are not good enough to keep, not good enough to want for always
you, will be discarded in the end.
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