

If only for a momentIf only for a day, You could see through my eyes. If only for an hour, You could stand in my shoes. If only for a minute, You could try on my skin. See how I see. Feel how I feel. Know what I know. And you'd understand. If just for a second, You could breathe in my breath. It would be worth The look in your eyes.If only for a moment


My Angel DearMy days draw long and weary, When you're no longer near, Confidence is filled with question, Strength replaced with fear,My Angel Dear
The assuredness that I awake with each day, Is nowhere to be found, As though my dreams and aspirations, Were buried underground,
I hear your voice being carried by the wind, Like your fingers through my hair, I close my eyes and remember your kiss, And wish that you were there,
So with nothing but one thing to say, To close my heartbreak here, Goodbye my darling and my love, Goodbye my angel dear.


Perfect With MeI am so easily Lost in your eyes, I fall so hard When I see your smile, Your lips take my breath As they caress my cheek, Your hands are so gentle While you hold me close, Your voice is so soft As you whisper your love, And you are so perfect When you are with me.Perfect With Me


The True MaskSometimes you wake up in the morning wondering why you go on, why you get up and go to school, why you pretend it's okay when clearly nothing is. You get up just to go numb. You push the pain aside for another day, just to walk around empty. You can fool everyone around you, which hurts worse than fooling yourself. Why do you smile as you try not to cry? Why do you laugh as you try not to scream? Why do yo try at all? If you dee no worth what's the use? As the pain crawls closer and closer until it has you cornered, do you hide it or do you let it show? You go home just to si in isolation and dwell. Anything and everything that ever happenedThe True Mask


Fingers, Hands, and WristsMy fingers feel like lead. They refuse to move like I will them to. They keep writing out "I LOVE YOU" when they shouldn't be. Stop it, stop it please! I beg them, but they just keep writing out the affection I'm trying to hide from my lips and tongue and throat. Don't do that! The page is covered in inky words I hate to say and loathe to hear. My fingernails are laughing at me as I try to put the pen down. It's no use anymore. My hands aren't my own, and they've stained themselves black. Blue. Red. My wrists twitch and roll. They don't want to be part of this rebellion. They're the gates that protect my arms from becoming corrupted by mFingers, Hands, and Wrists
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Kris
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Kris
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When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us...
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You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me
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I love dancing barefoot in the rain...I am this...crazy bird....
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