We were so young
Our minds so naive
With thoughts so strung
Always could achieve
A sly grin
In our silly dance
Everlasting spin
Taking a chance
Sit and talk
Slowly hug
On the path we stalk
Fate we tug
Two of us both
Touched with glee
Solid oath
Finally free
Someway later
Another day in time
Tides turn traitor
Falling down the climb
This path unknown
Grows unfriendly and cold
Chances blown
My soul still sold
How hateful those faces
Pour me some fear
Stuck in some races
Cut with that jeer
How dare you turn
Against my faith
Here I burn
Hollowed wraith
Push me away
Cause me pain
I sit here at bay
To be too sane
I knew your mind
Not your
Once More
Welcome to this home of mine
It used to have light.
Although it fades, time to time,
It still exists, although in slight.
The walls are cracking,
With pale life,
It all is slacking,
Dull in a world of strife.
The paint is peeling...
The tables have turned.
I sit here, still kneeling.
Whispering a prayer I haven't earned.
You'll see me under it's weight:
A pile six and a half feet deep.
A home I've known without a gate,
Living here is a price too steep.
The roof has caved in,
and the floors, dusty and creak.
This life is just too dim.
I'm not sorry, I must speak.
Although this house is gone,
I've drawn up a new one.
The Grey
In the black of night...
The white of day..
Was it light or dark?
If in day or night?
If caught wrong,
Doing right.
Will day be night?
Or black be white?
When the dark of night,
Finds the light of day,
Will wrong be right?
And right still light?
Or will light go dark...
As day goes to night.
As black and white,
Create Grey?
First step.
I took my first steps into the world.
"Absolutely not," I whispered to myself.
The world was too scary.
Too new.
Too open.
Anything could happen.
I could get sick.
And die.
I could suffer from an injury.
And die.
I could get in an accident.
And die.
I could die.
People in the world.
They are crazy. Scary. Dangerous.
They could cause me pain.
They could hurt me.
They could kill me.
But I knew.
If others had not taken the step.
There would be no people, to cure the sick.
There would be no people, to heal the injured.
There would be no people, to mourn the dead.
But what about the bad people?
People aren't perfect
Love Me
In an alternate world,
I didn't have to worry,
When you wanted space.
In another dimension.
I never felt ignored,
when you didn't say anything.
In a mythical dream
I would never doubt myself...or you.
When you brushed me off.
In this world,
I worry.
I feel ignored.
I doubt myself.
And you.
But, I learned...
If I may worry...without your reassurance.
If I may feel alone...without your presence.
If I may doubt the world along with myself...without your words
If I may walk another day without knowing..
You will be at the end of my path
Then you never did love me.
Did you?
Family I will be your wors by keytotheheart427, literature
Literature
Family I will be your wors
Family
I will be your worst nightmare
I'll grab your clothes
And smile as the seams tear
Eyes open, you'll never doze
I will be by your side
When you walk far distances
I will match your stride
A declaration of our existences
I will be your opponent
That goal you wanted
I'll have the final component
Your one of the taunted
I will lift you to the sky
When you face your greatest fears
I'll be your faithful ally
When you fall, I'll wipe your tears
I will be your shield
When the world will come
Your persistent enemies will yield
And they'll listen to the beat of my drum
I will be your nightmare
I will be by your side
I will lift you to the
We were so young
Our minds so naive
With thoughts so strung
Always could achieve
A sly grin
In our silly dance
Everlasting spin
Taking a chance
Sit and talk
Slowly hug
On the path we stalk
Fate we tug
Two of us both
Touched with glee
Solid oath
Finally free
Someway later
Another day in time
Tides turn traitor
Falling down the climb
This path unknown
Grows unfriendly and cold
Chances blown
My soul still sold
How hateful those faces
Pour me some fear
Stuck in some races
Cut with that jeer
How dare you turn
Against my faith
Here I burn
Hollowed wraith
Push me away
Cause me pain
I sit here at bay
To be too sane
I knew your mind
Not your
Once More
Welcome to this home of mine
It used to have light.
Although it fades, time to time,
It still exists, although in slight.
The walls are cracking,
With pale life,
It all is slacking,
Dull in a world of strife.
The paint is peeling...
The tables have turned.
I sit here, still kneeling.
Whispering a prayer I haven't earned.
You'll see me under it's weight:
A pile six and a half feet deep.
A home I've known without a gate,
Living here is a price too steep.
The roof has caved in,
and the floors, dusty and creak.
This life is just too dim.
I'm not sorry, I must speak.
Although this house is gone,
I've drawn up a new one.
The Grey
In the black of night...
The white of day..
Was it light or dark?
If in day or night?
If caught wrong,
Doing right.
Will day be night?
Or black be white?
When the dark of night,
Finds the light of day,
Will wrong be right?
And right still light?
Or will light go dark...
As day goes to night.
As black and white,
Create Grey?
First step.
I took my first steps into the world.
"Absolutely not," I whispered to myself.
The world was too scary.
Too new.
Too open.
Anything could happen.
I could get sick.
And die.
I could suffer from an injury.
And die.
I could get in an accident.
And die.
I could die.
People in the world.
They are crazy. Scary. Dangerous.
They could cause me pain.
They could hurt me.
They could kill me.
But I knew.
If others had not taken the step.
There would be no people, to cure the sick.
There would be no people, to heal the injured.
There would be no people, to mourn the dead.
But what about the bad people?
People aren't perfect
When I think
I am planning
At my command,
I change tomorrow
Sometimes
It scares me
To see a future so close,
And yet...
Not at all.
Everyone else.
Can think what they must.
I cannot judge them.
But I.
I know.
I know I think about tomorrow
If the future will change
In the next moment
Or I live a dream
That only but a few moments ago
I had not done what I thought I did.
And I was living a dream.
Thought up, in a mind.
Too complex to understand.
This all sounds big.
But I guess, compared to everyone.
Every single mind.
I'm just a little too much to understand.
I HATE MYSELF.
I DON'T WANT TO LIVE.
HE DID THIS TO ME.
I'M TOO CONTROLLING I GUESS.
WE ARE OPPOSITES.
I'M PSYCHOTIC.
I'M INSANE.
IT ISN'T A JOKE.
HE IS BREAKING MY HEART.
I KNOW IT.
BUT I'M TOO YOUNG TO LOVE.
I'VE LOVED ALL MY LIFE.
I CAN FALL IN LOVE.
IT HAPPENED.
I OPENED MY HEART.
AND ONCE I DID,
HE WALKED AWAY.
FOUND THE FLAW HE WAS LOOKING FOR.
NOW, I AM THE DISEASE.
I WANT TO DIE.
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.
I'M JUST BEING OVER DRAMATIC?
WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT!
YOU DON'T KNOW ME.
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'VE BEEN THROUGH.
YOUR DUMBASS PROBLEMS DON'T COMPARE.
MY HOUSE HAS FLOODED.
MY HOME H