She

She protected herself from everything 

She hid her emotions from everyone because she feared being hurt 

She didn’t realize the pain she was causing herself by shutting down

She felt as if everyone would judge her if they knew what she really been through

She never wanted love because she knew the pain that came at the end

She never gave anyone the chance to understand her because she been hurt to much

She never knew real happiness so couldn’t search for something she doesn’t know 

She is me

Why do I write?

I write because it feels better than therapy 

I write because it's better than constantly hearing  

"Oh, I'm sorry"
“Yea, I understand"

or nothing at all but that blank stare people give you when they are trying to act like they care

I write because this is the closest things to drugs that will help me escape this reality

I write because it's the only way I can understand what is going on with me 

I write because it always reminds me that i will be okay

fearless

Dancing through the streets of a French little town
The old church shimmering yellowish brown
The September night sky and my brand new dress
I can't wait to see you and I'm feeling fearless

angel

You once called me
A special name
I never heard it
Ever again

There was this man
Handsome, called Luke
Who loved a girl
In my favourite book

Beautiful looks
And golden blonde hair
Porcelain face
And her skin so fair

She ran away
Broken and brave
Her rich parents abused her
She wasn't safe

She owned a doll
Her step-dad had made
She also called her
By that special name

She wanted to go
To Texas for cover
She missed the train
But she found a lover

When he saw her he knew
That she was his girl
They married the next day
In a little church

He was her saviour
Took her to his home
Up in the hills
All her luxury gone

But she had never
Felt more alive
Blissful and happy
Than as Luke...

one thing

The sun is rising and chasing the night
I only feel safe when you hold me tight
And if you're not there what am I gonna do?
The world is dark like a black hole without you

Billions of stars in the universe
And millions of people on the face of the Earth
But I only need one thing in this whole world
Seeing you would make me the happiest girl

The sun is setting and the planets align
Waiting for the moon to give me a sign
A shooting star crossing above a dark cloud
I hope it will make me find you in the crowd

22

Being 22
And all the things that happen to you
You ain't got a clue where this will take you
But it's the best age, it's really so true

Falling in love
You catch dreams like a dove
You can see your hopes in the sky above
But you trade them again for a couple of $h§7

You may have the best time
And feel really damn fine
You can make it all up and create in your mind
But in the end it's gone for a dime

The best year is over
Better look out for cover
It's all gonna end in a supernova
Just like the luck of my four leaf clover

So baby, please make sure
Never feel too secure
Of the things that happen to you
When you're 22

starlight

Chasing the starlight
Wherever I go
I should have said yes
But my answer was no

You tried to convince me
But I didn't stay
A real life's dream
But I walked away

I should have known
What a big mistake
It would be to leave
My starlight to fate

a love's lesson learned

A love's lesson learned
A reputation well earned
I am going places
But baby, let's face it

Without you there's really
Nowhere to go
Whatever I do
I keep thinking of you

You may not know it
But it's the truth
I would trade all my fortune
For a kiss from you

Thought Hiking

Conversations are like hikes in the realm of thought.

Multiple people traversing ideas, concepts, memories, emotions. Together.

Once the conversation ends, it’s like a completed hike, a route you can re-trek, go back to explore even further.

Like a tracing of a route on a map, the conversation is almost like a work of art. A map of the world of thought created and experienced in-between those conversing.

Some conversations, like hikes, are scattered, going all over, making many detours.

Others are a nice straight path, easy to follow.

Other conversations can take many interesting turns, detours, and leave you somewhere totally unexpected.

Some are like climbing a mountain, difficult to follow the trails, requiring great effort, but the view from the top is extraordinary.

our song

Summertime's ending but winter is far
Passing the time at the cinema
Sun, swimming pool and buying new clothes
Changing room fun and taking cool photos

New friend on Facebook, he's my little secret
He's taking my heart and beginning to keep it
Cute words are exchanged and we talk everyday
It's a pity that he is so far away

Phone under my pillow and waking up smiling
Tears of joy only can ruin my styling
Watching the fireworks in the crowd by the river
And his sweet compliments making me shiver

I am in the kitchen and singing along
Dancing in the dimmed light to 'Our Song'
I'm sliding down the refrigerator door
Full moon, texting, and tears on the floor

Decorating my room
And the promise to meet soon
Month of August, though so far apart
I'll always keep this time close to my heart