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Blankly staring from the window 'can I help you?' she asks as she writes poetry for her mind. They're missing colours her mind explains to itself they come in black, white and grey you're the only rainbow here. By directly looking in her eye they snap her back to attention 'yes, you can' she'd scream no if she thought it would work Yet still it continues. 'may I have…….thankyou' and her heart pounds to an extent where her body can't keep it her dream state acknowledges the recognition him…    Him…  HIM! Cautiously she glances through the people what if it's not.. but it's him! but where is he? that voice; it's coming

Purity; At least she has that Fearful That she can only hide in shallow emotions An overcoming sensation coursing through her body; Who is she becoming? Her fingers are trembling, The chest is rising and falling rapidly, To the point of desperation, May the air cause light-headedness But not death, Just fear. The eyes; A strange appearance, For they glaze, The tears refuse to spill, That magical flower just died in her clasp; Surely, this is some form of symbolism of her life? She yearns to spill it all out, To open the gates, Let the torrent of words explode, A years worth of austere words, Hidden secrets kept; For on

Today a promise is fervently made; Tentatively throwing everything away A devotion, she will now be restricted to You. Everything for You No more little clues underneath car seat covers, No more blues mournfully written to 'lovers', This heart is all Yours. Wiser men have made the same decision, I only want to fall in love with You. No more tormented tears, No more smothering fears. A blessing with traditional downfalls, But we needn't fear, For the sky is still twinkling, I am slowly discovering. No more desolation, No more imitations This time I will vow          I do .

Vaingloriously she glances through the looking glass Hauntingly she places the fingertips, so she is closer, Closer to gaze at her own reflection, an Unrequited love that's what she has Lust? no, Unrequited love that's what she has Tenaciously swearing her quintessence still remains The Looking glass the looking glass that's what she has unrequited love the looking glass… that's what she has…

Make believe, make a sound, it may yet still all become true Tell me dreams, tell the world, and definitions will cease to exist. Wake the moon, wake the sun, it is time for the battle to complete Don't need the sky, Flying has become overrated to life But let us try it anyway Life is endless, life is truth, where's reality to say Catch a ride, catch my fears, time will stop when he suggests it. Not before, not a chance, ending time is coming sooner than they know. Don't catch me when I fall, Let's lose grip of that clasp Tis my own journey Would you rather slip, or skip and dive? Make believe, make a sound, it may yet still all

As I pace down the hallways As I fearfully scramble to assure every moment I listen and I become. You told me to 'love my trials' That I could 'rise above it all' Look at your foolish child and they see Yes, she does fall short. I promised that I would Thus I did not I doubted Your love Yet You still gave me all. Now I thankyou for my sorrows (too late) Now I send all my smiles (far gone) Now I ask for more trials to be set against me (but I will only fall short once more)

One may experience breathlessness, The pumping heart, the dizziness; Not to mention the fireworks that many may only dream of. That may be love, indeed it may. There is also maturity. The skill to deny the tingles, The devotion to resist for no purpose. No need to become broken, Needn't bother to change to fit; But let it be known: The tears will drip, The nose to sniffle (there is no graceful sorrow) Rising above, The greatest thing of all, The hardest thing of all.

Hot, heavy tears weep from those eyes; The perfect depth of love and understanding The saltiness rusting the precious beauty. Must is a word of detainment, And who may ask what was of the truth. Question the reaction of the reveal the active hearts Attitude means nothing when you become accustomed to it. Clowns and leopards leaping from the same page. In that simple picture we have described the habits of humanity. I have already apologised Don't forgive nothing, Meaning do not forgive something that has not happened. Goodnight.

They tell me I have blinded eyes The fools They cannot see beyond face value. Misguided admiration follows misguided stars The fools Heartless lives leading the unknowing Compassion is a virtue, Merely nobody owns it. As the blood drips from His body They thirst for more. In spite of themselves they yearn for something more The fools

Dear God, If I could take anything from you, It would be me. You do not deserve me, nor do I deserve you Pure joy when I face my trials, I'll stand declaring that I feel only joy -And I'll lie. Promises from this heart mean nothing, Adoration seems to be everlasting. I dare myself, I push boundaries I fall short. Denial of imperfection is a crime. I wept as You took me, I refused to let go, to recognise what You do for me And I claimed I had done nothing to deserve it My fury towards myself. Ask yourself, how exasperating can you be? He gave it all, and happiness, yet I still do not see the light. Forgive me Father, for I