My poetry.

They've got a special place in their heart for you One they won't return But they just see you burn And do nothing about it to make you win They think they aren't doing a sin On whose side will you lean They don't know that they are so mean? Ask kindness where have you been Then they watch you create a scene Now it's my turn to win.
When somethings breaking your heart You realise what's falling apart That's the thing with damage You realise too late that you're bandaged.
When you're all alone Are you sitting in a room of stone Are you missing home Where are the walls where the sun once shone Why did you even groan The purpose of this is to give everything a fix Why does everything scream afflict In the room the lights lit Ask yourself if you're free Free to be Anything you want in this world of secrecy What will be your last resort Where will you find peace I hope that person isn't me
Sometimes when i'm alone All i see is my home Sometimes when i'm near I see crystal clear That what i had once is now gone And i choose to hear My dreams as a purpose for living And whatever we had was dimming I still choose to stay strong Amidst all that'd come and gone Oh dear hear out my plea That I once was a faded star Hanging in a phase of war When I didn't accomplish anything Because I didn't know what dreams were or are But now I do and it seems my dreams Are pulling me toward them Just so much to accomplish I thought all you did was taunting But I will become.
There's a fire burning deep inside the caves Is it an enemy fireplace What am I without you What am I without knowing we're two How could I ever lose you And what you call intuition Is just early prediction Whatever you had said first It called me while I heard And i heard what you really are So why do we have to part Because you really were making a start.
You're my inspiration to write Hidden behind shades of white You're my only guide There's nothing I need to hide Your creativity has it's style Write another one I just might There's also no need to fight When you're by my side What else do I need to cite This rhyme is all I'm 'bout.
Does your happiness make me happy? It's just a definition that's wacky What's it mean to be a great artist What's the use if you can't read the emotions Of other people and handle them accordingly Today I think I should have more me-time Before it costs me a dime A punishment to not care for myself But when you keep your ears open The words of others can reach your soul How do you be so whole Please hear my plea There are different outlets out there Something will touch your heart Like the goodness of artistic characters And you'll appreciate your life more Nothing will be a bore.