Worried

Ambitions and Renditions
Dreaming from Reality
She's said whats needed to be said
Words have been spoken
That cannot be taken back
Feelings that can no longer hide
Tears fall freely
Hitting hard to the ground
Hopes crashing
Fears growing
Desires growing
The world growing
A plan gone arise
Guide lines blurred
How many times can you tell her it will be alright
Before she starts to believe it
Red bricks and Tv stands
Secret hide aways and Special memories
Animated expressions
Complete a star spread sky
Jewls that glow
Colors that compliment
Sleep turns to a past time
Time passing
Not waiting for you to catch up
She tells you time dont wait
And you say its ok, cuz i dont wait for time
A Ticking Clock marking down to the second
What time we have left
Lets make the most of it.

A Kiss

A Kiss can mean Nothing to Everything.
A simple sign of compassion
A Kiss can be fast and light
Or it can be long fiery and loving
You know you want to
You know she wants you to
She knows your thinking about it
Cause shes thinking about it to
A little birdy told me..
That shes in love with you.

I'm

"I'm fake,"
because i tend to wear a lot of make-up.
"I'm a skank,"
because I like to be a flirt.
"I'm a bitch,"
because I tell you your truths to your face.
"I'm a backstabber,"
because I have made new friends.
"I'm anorexic,"
because I care about what I put in my mouth.
"I'm selfish,"
because I think about whats good for me.
"I'm ugly,"
because I'm not perfect, nor like anyone else.
"I'm stuck up,"
because I come off on the shy side.
"I'm full of myself,"
because I care about what I look like.
"I'm weak,"
because I cry when I'm hurt.
"I'm way too nice,"
because I'm here for you.
"I'm stupid,"
because I dont always know the answers.
"I'm weird,"
because you cant understand me.
"I'm different,"
because I'm not like you

-taken from a web page.

Gently

Croon her with your gentle words
The frown she wears
she knows you like it better when its upside down
Don't let her feet slip from the path shes on
The path she chose of glass
A slip could crack more the a fraction of a piece
Hold her up
Take her hand
Doesnt matter
Just dont let her slip
The fire blazing where your hand was in the past
No one asked to see how she was
Stuck in a mental maze of fibs
A feeling barred in by the gentle cage of ribs
Shes just about out of her mind
The blinding light she might just find
Shes in over her head
Shes bound to the ground
lift her up
Against the gravity she found thats holding her down
Place her feet back gently on the ground
Breaking all the gently placed rules
The golden lark watches from above
As she comes down
Gently pressed to the ground
Despite all that we made of it
Were all afraid of the change
Be my guest
Take her gently by the hand
And bring her gently back to the ground
Onto a path made of more then glass
The broken pieces are mended
Stapled back together in a ridged line down the middle
The bars of the subtle cage
Feel the newly met beat of not fear but of the unknown
Taking chances by meeting your gaze
The fire burns stronger then ever along the trail left behind your hand
Shes the victim of circumstance
Shes a vision of a dream
Not sure what shes feeling
She'll need a miracle
She'll need someone like you
If shes ever going to get back to the ground
So croon her with your gently placed words
And then she might be found