The sun hit her long chestnut brown hair highlighting the golden hues. Her wings glistened in the sunlight as she dried herself and turned. She smiled looking at him, with her gaze falling to his eyes. His sea-blue eyes that made her blush but who was he? He was in awe of her beauty, of her wings and her eyes. Her green eyes looked him up and down. He knew her; he knew her gaze. It warmed his soul as he stood there wanting to go to her. Wanting to touch her, to talk to her, but he found he couldn’t speak. The fairy twirled as she dried the rest of her clothes, Whirling her wand around her emerald dress. The man watched her with a yearning smile on his face. He knew at this moment; the fairy was to be his. The fairy, however, bowed and vanished before his eyes.
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Am I your friend?
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Am I Your Friend? Am I your friend? Do you really care about me the way I care about you? We use the term best friends, but is that just me? But is that truly what I am to you? Do I think more of you than you think of me? When my usefulness is gone, will you also leave? Why do these questions haunt me so? I worry about the future, like an endless sea of doubt. Doubting myself and others, will I ever be happy.
Lord, give me the Strength
Lord, give me the Strength So much time in the day. So much to do and yet so little time. The hours tick away, and yet so much more to do. The guilt I feel, when in don't spend enough time with them. The guilt I feel, when I need to work. The guilt I feel, when I am just too tired to move. Lord, give me the strength to give them the mom they deserve. Work and life, but all I wanted was to be a mom. Feeling lazy and wishing I had more time. More time to spend with them, more to give them. The life I didn't have and the life I want for them. So much time in the day. So much to do and yet so little time. The hours tick away, and yet so much more to do. The guilt I feel, when in don't spend enough time with them. The guilt I feel, when I need to work. The guilt I feel, when I am just too tired to move. Lord, give me the strength to give them the mom they deserve.
And Then There’s Me
And Then There's Me And then there’s me. Watching all of you. And I am left on the side looking on. With no one. Is the way others feel when they are left out. We want to belong so badly and then troubled when we are not. Does jealousy grow or just the feeling and fear of being forgotten? Forgotten Jealous of their happiness but you don't want to be forgotten. You watch the connections growing and you know they are not growing with you. You pray that they would, but you kid yourself You want it more and more, but you can't keep up. You feel you are a failure, and you just don't know what to do. You want to be this person but in truth you are not. You have this picture of yourself in your head, but it is not really you. I want to be the kind of person people come to when they need help. The person who doesn’t get mad, but I see everyone leaving me behind. I am not that person; I am jealous I get angry. I wish I had the connections you have but I don't. I want to scream please, Don't Forget Me but you do, anyway. What the point of saying anything when I say it you push me away more. Because I have already forgotten.
Throw My Feelings in the Trash
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Throw My Feeling in the Trash! Do my feelings not matter to you? Do you think you can do what you want? Screw me, because I don’t matter! Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them! Did you even think to talk to me? Did you think I wouldn’t care? Did you even think of me? I know you didn’t think of me! I know no one does! It’s better to not expect anything from anyone! They always disappoint! I expect too much from people and I am the one who gets hurt. Did you even think to talk to me? Did you think I wouldn’t care? Did you even think of me? Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!
Am I Your Friend
Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash
Am I your friend? Do you really care about me the way I care about you? We use the term best friends, but is that just me? But is that truly what I am to you? Do I think more of you than you think of me? When my usefulness is gone, will you also leave? Why do these questions haunt me so? I worry about the future, like an endless sea of doubt. Doubting myself and others, will I ever be happy.
Rain
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! As you walk the puddles splash up getting your pants wet. Despite this, the sounds are soothing. Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! The cold sinking into your clothes as, It sends shivers down your spine. Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! Your lips turned blue, the rain thickens, Now running down your forehead and into your eyes. You blink as you wipe your eyes, Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! As you return home, the warmth hits you. A blanket wraps around you as you sit and listen, To the tap tap of the rain on the roof. Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop! Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
Ghost of a Life that is Not Mine
Ghost of a Life That is Not Mine What have I done wrong, To keep me from your mind? Forgotten and left aside, A memory of one who came before. A ghost of a life that was not mine. A memory of one who shares my face. Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching. Summers in the sun, the surf at our feet. Summers in the sand, drawing, and laughing. Summers on the street, bikes and games and more. A ghost of a life that was not mine. A memory of one who shares my face. Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching. My childhood lost in a daze My Innocence long since forgotten My memories fade away. A ghost of a life that was not mine A memory of one who shares my face. Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.
Deserve to be Happy
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Deserve to be Happy Tears flow for freely It's uncontrollable I can’t stop the pain in my heart. The world will never be Sunny and cheerful again If you are not part of it. Darkness and gloom cover my existence. As I gasp for air as I try to be calm. But nothing calms me as I sit in the dark. Why have I done the things I have done? Why am I such a horrible person to hurt you so? I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t deserve love. But you, you deserve all of this and more.
Invisible
I feel invisible. I am invisible. As if life is passing me by and no one seems to notice or care. You run around me asking for help, but my hand you do not see. I am invisible. I am invisible. You walk right past me as if no one was there. I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host. You walk right past me as if I was a ghost. I am a shadow of my former self, as I try to hold on to things of the past A shadow of the life that I used to share. I am invisible. I am invisible. You walk right past me as if no one was there. I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host. You walk right past me as if I was a ghost. You walk right past me as if I am nothing. The tears I shed, go unnoticed as you no longer care. You walk past me as if I was never there. Why is my self-worth wrapped up in what you think? I watched everything go by but seeing nothing as nothing is left for me. Trapped in a box I cannot escape, The water pulls me under, but you do not see I am invisible, I am invisible You walk right past me as if no one was there I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.