moonstar1764

The Scar Over the years, I have collected many scars. You may think that it's physical. Well, your partially right. Though they were mostly from words... The old saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." That really isn't true... Don't tell me that sticks and stones hurt more than razor sharp words... By this point in time, I'm just a giant walking scar... A stiff, cold, lifeless, mass of dead skin... My eyes used to shimmer so bright... At least thats what they'd say... Sure... Throw a knife at me... I'll bleed But throw razor sharp words at me, and I can't bleed... The blood dried up from years of this

She Slipped Away There she goes... Slipping out of my grasp... No longer able to reach her... I fall to my knees... She was gone... Wilting like a flower with no water... I slowly die off... Fragile as glass... My heart sinks, and shatters upon the cold hard ground... My soul, hanging onto only a thread... Is close to snapping like a small twig underfoot... My eyes tear up... Breaking the floodgates of longing... Here I lay... As small as a mouse... Crying myself to sleep once again... Slipping into the only place that I can see her... Until that wonderful day... When I can see her again... I will be stuck down here thinking about her...

Little Soldier Boy He promised that he'd come back But where is he...? I asked that to myself every day... Where is he...? Had his army fallen...? Was he dead...? Simple little questions can be so painful... Why wasn't he home yet...? My heart is a knotted ball of pain and dreams... Memories of him swarm my brain... Tugging at my heart... Why hadn't he come marching over the hill yet...? Where is my little soldier boy...?

I give to you my soul alone, as I sit atop this empty throne. I shall cast my crown aside, so next to you I can reside. For your visage shows love and pride, you will become my lovely bride. The cherry blossoms shall forever bloom, for in our lives, there will be no gloom.