we were just friends
who spoke like lovers
and we try our best
not to burn our tongues
with false *assurances

I am Fifteen
and my life
the one thing
I don't understand about me
Continues to eat away at me
I can’t figure out who I need to be
How come I’m so confused
Always so confusing
What if I just stop
Put an end to it all
And sister’s not at home
gone again

I feel the need to fit in
But i want to be an individual
This town is getting the best of me
What if I up and leave
before life presumably starts
Will they even care
Or come and find me
I crave independence
But need parental guidance
And sister’s not at home
gone again

Nobody understands me
Not even myself
I dont want to be hurt again
So my emotions are left on the shelf
I should be the one
With the Barbie Doll smile
but no im the invisible one
I have nowhere to go
but so many places to be
And sister’s not at home
gone again

What was once whole
is now shattered
the parts scattered
across a wide plain
the beginnings of possible pain
but a tattered flag
somehow still scratches the sky
unfurling in the wind
on it letters are inscribed
this battered banner
somehow still proclaims
one simple but
complicated
word
Hope

Caught in your love like
a fish in a net. Like dew on
flowers of spring. Like rain
on wet summer grass. Like
frosting on my favorite flavored
cupcake. Like a snow flake
on a child's tongue. Like your
kiss on my lips. Like your your
hands on my hips. Like your
tongue on my neck. I am
caught in your love. Like your
beating heart in your chest.
Like your heart caught in your
rib cage* ~

glass slippers
lost forever
in a world where
no one sings
no one dares
and no one dreams
only puppets
ride their strings

hiding faces
without traces
of a single blemish
or anguish
****** like walls
stemmed from calls
of unproductive falls

shapes and sizes
epitomizes
love so lost
to hate embossed
wary a world where
trust would die
consumed into ashes
where heroes
once lie

faced by reality
without the possibility
of ever having tranquility
is a sad feasibility
in this ever-growing incredibility
of a world without sound durability

must i go on with my mockery
or shall i show you reversibility
continuing this charade of nobility
we are but dust in anonymity

With rapture on and on I played
Hoping to cease if the stars'd fade
Strong, smart as my father's son
Sure! I was not a fiddler for fun

At twilight out of my house I crept
Each instance was a promise kept
To your ears under Iroko I'd croon
And our third party was the moon

As I inhaled the lines turn by turn
I knew our love was born to burn
At home they lived in my blue box
Hard to break like igneous rocks

Now the box has priceless value
For saving the love for me and you
Now my lines find a safe avenue
To embrace integrity and virtue

Then I sang for you with my violin
Now I hold it more under my chin
I am like the box or the loyal bird
Each time i try to keep my word