Don't.Don't do anything.Anything at all.Don't cry.Nor cut.Don't try to fall.Don't think it's all over.Don't try to leave this place.Stay.Stay here.With me.For all eternity.We can laugh.And joke.We can think of this as a hoax.Make it unreal.Learn how not to feel.Be happy with ourselves.Feel joy once more.Please Don't.Don't leave.
I'm no damsel in distressOnce upon a time(Isn't that how all the stories start?)Well hers was a little different(But I still know it by heart)A beautiful princess(Isn't that who all the stories star?)Well she sure was beautiful(Just not the way they are)They are damsels in distress(Locked away in towers)But no prince came to save her(And she would wait no more hours)She wasn't weak(She stood up tall)She saved herself(And showed them all)She lives on free(Her story remembered to this day)No one had to save her(She found her own way <3)
Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.
They Told UsThey Told Us:They told us we weren't artists,They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...They told us we wouldn't make it,Because language isn't unique...Ta hell with them all I say,Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.Writers, poets,We're treated like third-rate artists.Our hands can't create magical pictures,We can't create comics ta make people laugh,Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...But what they don't see is tha title,What they don't see is tha description,They don't even see tha comments or replies!They look only at themselves,And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.But what they don't see are the words.Words used ta give a picture context.Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.Who could understand an image, withou' a title?If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think
it was ten years ago.""Is that because someone broke your heart?""It is because more than one person broke my heart.""Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story.""I've
BeforeYou don't talk to meanymore.Why?I thought that you said,No matter what happens,we'll always be friends.You're going to let thisstand in the way of our friendship?What the hell?It looks like I misjudged you.But I can't saythat you don't have an excusefor your actions.You said that you loved me.I said that I could not return your feelings.Wouldn't it have beenmore hurtful if I liedand told you I loved you back?Yetmaybethere was some wayto soften the blow.And I was too much of an idiotto know how.Do you blame me?I'm sorry, I really am.But you were the first personwho ever told me that.I just didn't know how to react.I'm so sorry.You must be hurtingso much right now.And me, near youthat would probably bring you more pain.So I'll just stay awayand hope that one day,we can smile at each otherlike we did before.Before
POP!I cross my arms and take a sighI wish these hours would go byOne two three and then a popOh my god, no, please stopYou look at me and give a smileThis is never going to be worth whileI hold my hand out for the gumYou shake your head and stick out your tongueThree two one and then a popListen now, you better stop!I move one over from my seatYou move one closer right by meYou blow a bubble, I roll my eyesYou won't do it if you're wiseTook one quick second and another popI yelled out this has to stop!I reached for the gum inside your mouthYou pull away and start to poutPop pop pop, ugh, not againGive me the gum and let me win!I nurse my temples on my headAnd know my face is becoming redMy lips meet your's and then my tongueI will get it, I'll find that gum!My tongue takes wonder inside your mouthI find the candy and my heart shoutsI start to chew what was your'sYou glare at me down to my coreThen, I swallow, the gum is now goneYou knew this was coming all alon