you had these great expectations
but you just have to wait this out
...let it sit
...let yourself breathe for a second
& remind yourself that this isn't the only reason you're living.
You are the full embodiment of what
beautiful things
the cosmos make us believe.
As a matter of fact
you are even more beautiful than the stars.

I tell you one thing and you do the other
I ask for respect and you throw it in my face
My feelings are real
My identity is important

I can't keep fighting this battle when all you do is tell me I'm the one who is wrong. I'm the one who is disrespectful. I am the one who doesn't understand.

I can't fight this battle against people who tell me what to feel.
Get this.
You don't know me.
You don't know my feelings because I'm the only one who can know that.
Not you.  Me.

My dear, my Mark
You are so sweet

You give me life
You are a treat

You pick me up when I am down
You give me smiles when I have frowns

The fickle bone so proud and true
Changes its mind and starts anew
The fickle bone so proud and true
Changes its ways, so it's just for you

Sometimes words speak themselves
Sometimes hands move on their own
Sometimes, just sometimes, ideas leap to life
And they do it all alone

That’s the magic of a muse
When the world is colors and words
And not clouds and rainy days
But sunshine and happy little birds

And you sing write me write me
Well okay if you insist
But if you insist so vehemently
I must insist on this

Let me write you as I write you
Please, do not complain
For while muse may not come easy
Success is even harder to obtain

Not every word is perfect
In fact, most are not
But please do not begrudge me
It may be harder than you thought

To take your inspiration
And turn it into gold…
Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet now
And do as I am told