Let it be prismatic,
Make it enigmatic,
You can even let it be exotic,
Avoid allowing it to be toxic,
Don't be like an alcoholic,
And don't let it turn melancholic,
For god's sake make it romantic
But make it happen.

Let it be prismatic,
Make it enigmatic,
You can even let it be exotic,
Avoid allowing it to be toxic,
Don't be like an alcoholic,
And don't let it turn melancholic,
For god's sake make it romantic
But make it happen.

Morning bike ride. Wind
rushes past my face.
Light and shadow play
for space on the pavement.
All things are possible
in this new air.

There are no words
to describe what You were
what there wasn't
what You had
For words were Your first creation
sounds into a void at once brought into being
thoughts of neverending force
shot forth
in the absence of gravity
never to be taken back

How lovely it is to smile,
After a sad and lonely exile.
How wonderful it is to laugh,
After challenges so tough.

I saw you before,
When I didn't want more,
I saw you again,
And it wasn't like then.

I thought you were gay,
But never trust what others say.
You brought a new color,
Something new to fall for.

A love with a new taste,
An experience with no much haste,
I'd like to savor every moment,
While nothing else is not yet bent.

I hope to wish for the best,
So my heart may have peace and rest.
For you made me much happier,
Please just stay longer.

You're the dreamed horizon,
Now I'll chase the dawn.
I'll see the morning,
With you, I'll be smiling.

What was, is now gone.
              Begin again, start anew.
The canvas is blank.

My enemy, my enemy
Was really just innocent
Someone else is spreading rumours
These lies I have been fed

Lead to believe
Lead on and deceived
I'm sorry Georgia
I got it wrong, please believe me!

I feel so empty,
Devoid and so guilty
And maybe you don't trust me
But I'm using all my honesty

Apologies, apologies
My anger has blinded me
No hatred lies underneath
But neither do I feel anything!

I hope we can be friends again
And not be at the end again
I pray that we resolve this
And not get buried in more ****

I got a lotta catching up to do
So how's life going with you?
Do you still draw? Want to be a singer?
With them beats are you still a killer?

Still play Halo? Still a gamer?
Still hold on to that title of saviour?
I'm not obsessed with you, silence ended that
So how about we begin again?

I still write, as you can see
I no longer make myself bleed
My family, you see, they support me
And are trying to set me free

I still sing songs, I still play games
Even though my friends say tf2 is lame
I ride my bike places far away
And turn to the west to watch the sun fade

Not much has changed, except inside
Where my emotions refuse to hide
I still spill feelings, I anger easy
It gets real hard for me to rest in peace

Because I still have issues trying to sleep

Nice day today, isn't it?

It is in the very feeling of hurt
That I begin
To feel
Nothing.


-- Eleanor