Monday, February 23, 2009
How We Should Be
When you say "I love you", I want you to mean it. Don't just say it because you think it's what i want to hear.When you kiss me so passionately that the butterflies don't stop fluttering, I want you to mean it. I don't want to mistake hormones for love.When you share your deepest darkest secrets with me, make sure that i'm the one. Don't let me into your life if you're not ready for me yet.Please, oh please, don't blame yourself for my mistakes. Let me learn from them and move on with my life.Stand next to me, not in front of or behind me. We are equal and we both have the same needs.Dance with me when it's raining, sing with me when the sun shines, and hold me close when I need you.Just love me for who I am, and try not to forsake me.
Dear Uncle
We were gathered round to celebrate the New Years. Reminiscing, telling stories, and making
new memories. We all knew that you didn't have long to live. We tried not to think about it,
but it was on the back of all our minds. We tried to make your dying moments on earth as
fun and light hearted as possible. You saw our smiling faces and was overjoyed. After we
welcomed in the New Year and it was time to leave, we began to dread what came next.
People started crying, wishing that you didn't have to go. You were very weak, so you laid
down to rest. Everybody hugged and kissed you, saying their last goodbyes. When it was
my turn to say farewell, I just waved and said I loved you. From the hallway, no hugs or kisses,
just a simple wave. I didn't have the strength to say goodbye. I didn't want to appear as weak.
We left, and my silent tears flowed like a river in the backseat. You died a few weeks
later. I regret not holding you that one last time. I wish that I could have been stronger. I
know that you are reading this right now, and that you can understand what I'm saying.
Maybe God had a reason for my weakness. Maybe it was a lesson to never let anyone leave
you without telling them how you feel. I will never make that mistake again. I will make
sure that my loved ones know how I feel. So make sure you learn from this and let people
know how you feel!! I miss you uncle!!
new memories. We all knew that you didn't have long to live. We tried not to think about it,
but it was on the back of all our minds. We tried to make your dying moments on earth as
fun and light hearted as possible. You saw our smiling faces and was overjoyed. After we
welcomed in the New Year and it was time to leave, we began to dread what came next.
People started crying, wishing that you didn't have to go. You were very weak, so you laid
down to rest. Everybody hugged and kissed you, saying their last goodbyes. When it was
my turn to say farewell, I just waved and said I loved you. From the hallway, no hugs or kisses,
just a simple wave. I didn't have the strength to say goodbye. I didn't want to appear as weak.
We left, and my silent tears flowed like a river in the backseat. You died a few weeks
later. I regret not holding you that one last time. I wish that I could have been stronger. I
know that you are reading this right now, and that you can understand what I'm saying.
Maybe God had a reason for my weakness. Maybe it was a lesson to never let anyone leave
you without telling them how you feel. I will never make that mistake again. I will make
sure that my loved ones know how I feel. So make sure you learn from this and let people
know how you feel!! I miss you uncle!!
Closed Book
My life is a closed book.The cover is kinda shabby, but in good condition.If you could open the book, a story full of beauty and pain would unfold before you. On the cover there is a lock, but the key is nowhere to be found.I'm just waiting for the person with the key to unlock it. It might take a while, but I'm willing to wait.Because when that key is fitted inside that lock, and the book is opened, all of my secrets will be revealed.There will be nothing left to hide. I will be at ease knowing that for this one person, I am no longer a closed book. I am an open book, with blank pages left, for the rest of my story to be written.
Faces
Everywhere I look, all I see is faces. At school, at the store, in the mirror. Everybody keeps their problems hidden.Afraid to show the world who they really are.We have our faces on from the time we wake up, till the time we go to sleep.We wouldn't know who we were if we removed our masks.Walking around, it's as if I'm at a masquerade ball.As I'm laying in bed trying to sleep, I prepare myself to wake up to a world of faces.
Standards
I am an average girl with average looks. Just because I am not supermodel hot, does that mean that I am any lesser of a person?There are so many standards today that people try to live up to.People die without ever meeting these standards.The media makes you think that if you don't look a certain way,then you aren't a good person.Well I think that I am a beautiful person. I don't need to be super skinny, or have a gorgeous face.I just need to be myself and that should be enough for this world. Why can't you just accept me for who I am?I will never be able to live up to your standards. So I might as well not even try.I'll just be happy being me. And live life my own way, and by my own standards.
Stupid Boy
Stupid Boy
Why can't you see the way I feel about you?
Stupid Boy.
Why can't you feel the same way about me?
Stupid Boy.
I've sent you so many signals.
Stupid Boy.
But still you just don't see.
Stupid Boy.
Why can't you see that I love you?
Why can't you see the way I feel about you?
Stupid Boy.
Why can't you feel the same way about me?
Stupid Boy.
I've sent you so many signals.
Stupid Boy.
But still you just don't see.
Stupid Boy.
Why can't you see that I love you?
Always Remember
I was only eleven on 9/11.I didn't understand what was going on.I was too young to comprehend.I didn't even know what a terrorist attack was.So much was going on all at once. All of the adults were crying.Everybody seemed lost. I didn't cry about it until I was 16.All of it just hit me at once.The loss of life, the brave men and women, the cruelty of some people.I now try to remember everyday. I pray for the ones who have fallen, and the ones who have survived.I pray that this life will get better, and that the world isn't so evil. I will always remember.
Without You
An uncontrollable sadness is seeping from my heart, like fresh blood flowing out of an open wound. My heart seems to have stopped forever. I know not if it will ever beat again. You and I were like the sun and the moon. Completely opposite but worthless without each other. You've been taken from me without warning. There was just no way of knowing. You were my light in the darkness. I don't know if I will ever be able to find my way again. So until the time comes when I am no longer blind, I will be waiting for a new light to appear that will guide me to a new life. Not a life that forgets, but a life that remembers, and lives for that memory.
What You Don't Realize
I see you standing there...Joint in hand, acting like it's all cool...What you don't realize...Is that you're losing yourself...Slowly but surely, you're falling..I try to prevent it...But how can I help you if you won't let me...You say that nothing's wrong...That you have it all figured out...But we both know you lie...
Soft Goodbye
You lay in your bed, and I hold your hand.You're weak and I can see the pain in your eyes.You writhe and moan, and I can do naught but to watch.You say that this is how it has to be.That there's nothing that anybody can do to help.You say that God is calling you.When they diagnosed you with the cancer, none of us could believe it.But you were brave when faced with adversity, fighting it every step of the way.We all supported you, but the doctors said that you wouldn't survive.You accepted your fate, and lived your last moments on earth to the max.You loved with all your heart, you sang with all your soul, and you danced with all your might.You lay in your bed, and I hold your hand.I'm crying, and you gently say that it will all be okay, and that you will see me in heaven.I tell you I love you, and you say it back with your dying breath.I see the life leave your body, and I whisper a soft goodbye.
Don't Act Like You Care
For years you left me to fend for myself...
You made me grow up when I still had years of innocence left...
You made me take care of your responsibilities when I didn't even have any of my own yet...
You went and ruined your life and there was nothing I could do to stop it...
Now you pretend that you care...
Now you pretend that you care...
You pretend that nothing ever happened and that everything is okay...
Just stop pretending...
Just stop pretending...
You went and ruined your life, and along with it part of mine...
You can't make up for that...
So just stop trying...
He Said
He said "It's okay, I just want to show you somewhere special."She believed him.He said "Don't be scared, it's just down this alley."She believed him.He said "Just let me kiss you. I'm harmless."She believed him.He said "It will feel good. Just let me touch you."She believed him.He said "This won't hurt, not much anyways."She believed him.He said "Stop fighting me! I won't hurt you!"She didn't believe him.Her body was found the next day.
Why, Oh Why
I tell you I love you and you say it back.I hold you and you hold me tighter.Other people see what's on the surface, while you dig deeper still.But all is not as it seems.Why, oh why do I stay faithful when you don't return the favor?You are the only one I say I love you to, and hold on to when I need comfort.But you also tell her that you love her, and you pull her close.I like to think that I'm special, and that you love only me.But I know I'm just kidding myself.
Perfect Moment
We're sitting, just you and me, and the breeze lightly blows your hair.I can see the reflection of the moon in your eyes, they twinkle and they're like my own personal stars.You say, "I will love you forever." and I can tell that you mean it.My gaze meets yours, and for a split second in time, I have no worries and no regrets.Everything is absolutely content.You gently rub my face with your hand and I can't help but to lean into your hand.As you lean in to kiss me, my stomach gently flutters with butterflies, and I never want this to end.Your gentle embrace feels like feathers brushing against my lips, and it is total serenity.This is the perfect moment.
Sweet Innocence
I take her soft hand in mine.Her face is one that I once knew, but I cannot remember.She looks up at me and I can see it in her eyes.I see all the hatred she's witnessed, and all the pain she's been through.She's only a child, and yet she's so much more.I cannot bare it and I look away, but I feel her gaze. That's when I realize that the little girl is no stranger. I look back at her and it's like looking into a mirror. Is this little girl who I used to be?
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