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She and IShe was everything you wanted, she was everything I wanted to be.
She had everything you needed, so you never looked to me.
She gave you everything, so you never took from me.
She's beautiful, you know that, we all know the same, I don't know why I bother with this game.
She loves you more than anything, and I hope she always will.
She always care for you,she'll keep you strong when times are tough, I could never be enough.
She's the one for you, a match made in heaven they say, she makes you happy, I guess I never could.
She's everything you wanted, she's everything I wanted to be.
I'm sorry but why can't it be me?
Longing LoveI'm listening to the sad love songs on the radio, and my heart whispering your name.
Trying hard to block you out, I stare out the window and watch the rain.
But oh! How I wish you were here, you could take away the pain.
Your soft lips would touch mine; your warm skin would surround mine.
And I'd be happy.
Snap out of the dream world, I have to command myself.
Thinking about you all this time could not be good for my health.
I've been so close and yet so far.
Those moments we shared, I know they were brief, but yet they replay as I try to sleep.
And I find myself smiling, no control do I have.
You've stole my heart, and weirdly I'm actually glad.
What I'm not.I may not be the girl you write about, sings songs about, the girl you paint.
I may not be the girl that everyone wants to be, I'm just plain and simple me.
I may not be anything extraordinary I'm nothing new,
but I guess I'm here for you.
A shoulder to cry on, a helping hand. That's the kind of girl I am.
And if that is not what you want then it's plain to see.
You simply can't have me.
My weekSoaked cheeks
Two booming voices
Turn to dead silence.
A sleepless night
A comforting cuddle
A reassuring text.
One sided conversations
Picture and no sound
A unspoken apology
A turn around.
Even a smile
Normality is back
May it stay a while.
ChampionAs a child he watched, his heroes bask in glory,
Hoping that one day that would be his story.
All day and all night he worked himself to be the best,
Put his passion to the test.
Then one day he got a break,
A unknown fighter, against a flake.
With the dodge of a punch and the flick of the hand,
For the first time he was a winning man.
Notcied by a guy who looked like a bum,
Told he would train him, to be the one.
With the nod of a head and a shake of the hand,
Could there be a champion in this young man?
Blood, sweat and tears went hand in hand,
With new found titles, 'he's our man!'
He rose higher and higher on his winning streak,
But to the glitz and glamour he became weak.
Lost in the glory that was his own,
feeling high on top of his throne.
But into the scene came a new kid in town,
Who took him on, and brought him down.
Down and out he had lost his fame,
So he turned to a bottle with no name.
And in a drunken rage he let rip on the town,
Caused him a lock up in old downtow
Lost in the starsShe wanted to ski in a desert, and swim in the air.
It didn't have to make sense and she really didn't care.
She liked to dream in black and white, and pick out all the colours.
Have no time to finish one, but enough to start another.
She listened to the mute, and talked to mimes.
She was always running late, but walked like she was on time.
She was in love but never fell, she even rang some wedding bells.
But people knew it all along that no one could ever tame her heart, because it was already lost in the stars.
What if?If life as we know it ended today, would you fall to your knees and begin to pray?
Or try and make amends for sins of before, and hope it will lead you to heavens door.
Or would you act like you don't want to know, and hope it's all just a show?
Would you hold your love ones tight, or do something crazy on the last night?
But if it's going to end today, do you even have time to say,
Sorry for all your wrongs, or just tell them what you thought all along.
Even the ones who believed it was true, will be shocked that it actually came through.
So in the end there's not much to say, it's the end of the world.
Have a nice day.
Killer QueenShe's that girl you'll want to know,
She doesn't make it rain, she makes it snow.
She can be fully dressed, in nothing but a vest
and a pair of white high heels, and still walk with added zest.
With a glass in her hand and a man 'round her waist,
She's got a killer instinct, and a extravagant taste.
She'll wine and dine at your demise,
But you'll fall hopelessly in love with her eyes.
She'll kiss you, and you'll feel fireworks,
And then leave with a devilish smirk.
She'll crush your heart in the palm of her hand,
And then laugh as it was part of her plan.
She'll watch you burn without a flame,
And play with your life like its a game.
And you can go and call her mean,
and try your best to make a scene.
But you'll never beat the Killer Queen.
HeartbeatingI can see the inside of your heart
where life becomes scary and breathing
is vitally tedious, day and day is crushing
the emptiness of it all
how you can be filled
up with emptiness
and so many people will touch you, all in one day,
until you can't breathe from the claustrophobia
the assault on your heart
I can see
the truth in your chest
keep going; they keep
going, like lengths of rope
or a walk down the traintracks
they keep going,
like the fall from the bridge;
there is never an end
to going on, and on,
and I will be there,
to see inside you,
hold you in the darkness, when you cry and
think I'm already asleep.
beat with your heart,
breathe with you, our vitality
Just Give InWhy do you keep haunting me in the middle
of the night,
stretching your cat-like
muscles with your smirking, shimmering,
red-kissed smile, silver in the half-light,
giving me memories and things people say I should get over just
don't stop coming
when does the getting over start and living move forward?
Where is the time when you
will let me go,
like you tried to convince me you were,
but for real, this time.
I told you I was done.
Don't you listen?
To my secret crushHe broke my heart, teaching me the
way this world works. Telling me that
in life, no one is trustworthy and you
can never escape being ridiculed by
the faces of discretion. He told me I
was hideous, and had the intelligence
of a block; he made me lose control
of myself, leaving me in a state of
never-ending solitary depression.
Yet he showed me life. He always told
me to stay true to myself, strong. He
always told me to ignore what idiotic
people would say about me. He always
told me to never give up. With tears
tumbling, my lips would still show the
Funny how hate turns to undying love.
A burning sensation constantly stings
my heart, filling it with uncertainty. It
twists and turns, testing my patience.
My thoughts constantly wander to this
boy who taught me how to stand on my
own, challenging the world.
A boy who I ended up loving.
Wishful ThinkingI want to see you in my world
And living in my space.
Breathing in my air,
And filling up this place.
Removing all my childhood books
From their dusty shelf.
Puckered lips. Rush of air.
Dust flits by me everywhere.
The crunch and flick of every page.
Let's run away. Forget my age.
I know what I want
And I know that it's you.
So steal me away
To a place we can screw.
You'll pull me close
And kiss me with haste.
Your intrusive tongue.
The heavenly taste!
So I'll pack a bag, commandeer a car
And you can drive me anywhere.
Just you and I, no one else,
But by myself.
I WANT to see you in my world
And living in my space
But these are haunted day dreams
That will never take their place.
I'm still waiting here. Untouched.
Call me now. Save me please.
You know I really want you to.
A Locked Secret
Your like a safe
Just with a pretty face
Your secrets Kept within
And you will not tell them
Though I wonder
Whats eating your slumber
What are you trying to hide
What is so valuable inside
Why keep it under lock and key
Please let your secret be free
And share it with me
One more nightStay with me one more night
Let me enjoy your beautiful sight
Before I have to embark
Unto my journey into the dark
Let me take you in my arms
Before the world harms
Coming between the two of us
They don't understand our fuzz
We lay in my parents loft
Between your hair oh so soft
Our little cage for two
Encircling me and you
Stay with me one more night
Let me enjoy your beautiful sight
My eyes start to ache
Without you I awake
A MURDER OF INNOCENCEI thought I heard it, a cry torn from an
innocent throat, the Night's luminous fringe
was blemished by the wicked sounds of cruelty
cannibalizing the innocent, broken cries
pitching high pain and fear were all she had
to give as her life was raped by a monster,
cold and cowardly he cloaked his cruel crime
in shadow, this innocent's light soon flickered
as another blow left her broken, her innocence
raped, a soul purely bled died this Night...
and the Silence that followed was so chilling
and final...and I cried as I heard this murder
of innocence, I cried for she who no longer cried.
May 29, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
Just To Be PerfectFat.
All mean the same damn thing.
Never strong enough.
Never pretty enough.
A lie they tell.
To make girls go crazy.
To be perfect.
Yet we all want it.
Yet we all cry for it.
Yet some die for it.
Just to be Perfect.
Every Time With The Same BrushEvery time with the same brush
This girl paints so many strokes
Each one speaking of emotions
Louder than the words she wrote
So where does the magic lie,
Allowing this girl's mood to swing?
Is it in the paint or the colours,
The feeling of release it brings?
She lets go of those emotions
That are too painful to express
The open ear of a loved one
Now an empty white canvas
Cathartic is the process
With her dainty little strokes
Thick layers of paint will take us
To land's nobody else knows
Now she paints with love for us
And happiness in her heart
The trees, the flowers, the sunset
The smiles, the eyes, the stars
Every time with same brush
Just different colours and shades
As the white canvas disappears
Her negative thoughts begin to fade
You can't always get what you want.
Is it wrong to want someone all to yourself for just one day....
Just one night...
Under the moonlight on a secluded beach.
Or a day spent in Paris or Nice?
Maybe I'm wrong to be wanting something I can't have,
but I'm still dreaming of a life we could of had.
I've seen my dreams shattered when she's around,
My heart ripped in two, and I'm left feeling like a clown.
And I'm left thinking to myself is there nothing I can do,
to let you know how much I love you?
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