Walls

When I wake up,

I can't always tell the difference.

I dream in my consciousness

and think in my slumber.

But how do I know the truth from false pictures?

How do I know right from wrong?

How do I know what I want to hear from what he actually says

and the words that come from his mouth

are the things I miss the most

and maybe no amount of wishing or dreaming

can ever fix that.

You

Screaming, dancing
upside down

Jumping, singing
through the town

Hopping, skipping
finally found

Hoping, praying
homeward bound

:)

Knife

I hate these kind of mornings
after one of those kind of nights
where you wake up
and your face is kinda swollen and puffy
from tears that have streamed down your cheeks
for hours and hours
the night before.

Where you feel so tired from fighting all night long
so that you've finally given in
because last night you tired all of your emotions
so this morning,
you feel nothing.
You're completely numb.

And I look in the mirror
and I think-
How could someone who loves me so much
Ever be able to hurt me so badly?

Well,
I ask myself this every day.
I don't think it was possible for you to hurt me
in one more way
last night.

Kisses

Crying really hurts

Especially when you have a black eye.

Big Yellow Taxi

"You don't know what you've got
'til it's gone"

And I don't know what I would ever do
if I lost you.