Feather FragileHer heart is feather fragile
Hidden so deep inside
Fractured and hard to handle
Her broken lullaby
Ghostly words echoing through her
A coldness like winter
Any moment may undo her
Lonely and splintered
Clouds heavy with the tears of an angel
That was caught and is hopelessly tangled
In the web of lies that the world has weaved
A fabrication she thought she believed
Her halo slips and it falls to the cold ground
Shatters asunder; not a single sound
Her tears soon follow and they washed away
Any little hope that might have remained
Her heart, so feather fragile
Behind a lock and a matching key
Nobody will ever handle
This heart that belongs to me
The sky goes pale with a lifeless shade of grey
As the sun sets light begins to fade away
In one last final effort, she struggles to break free
Tears now staining her delicate paper wings
Realizing that her fate isn't something she can escape
She cries alone in solitude, unwillingly she waits
Counting stars, wondering if they care
SomeoneI need someone who feels this way about me
Someone who will love me and won't leave
The man you were two years ago
The one I fell for
Might have been that guy
But he doesn't exist anymore
I've accepted the fact that I love someone who is not coming back
It's like loving a ghost
We used to know each other better than anyone else
Now we're strangers
Maybe this is the real you
Maybe you have no idea who you are
This could be the real me
And I'm okay with that
I don't feel crazy anymore
Honestly, I'm probably better off without you
I'm still working on believing that
I still miss you everyday
And I know that you don't miss me
I need someone who will stick with me
Through all the difficult moments
Who has seen me at my worst
And still decides to stay
I need someone to save me
People ChangeI've learnt that people change,
It's not something I want to do,
But it's something that I must arrange.
Each speck of my life that I swept under the rug,
Each time I said it didn't matter, with a dismissive shrug.
Each time is still ticking,
Just as each dog is still licking.
Even when I'm not there.
I saw someone look back in time
And pick up the pieces of her mind.
"This is me,
Each little part,
All of this was then,
But none of this is past".
She will show off each silly phase,
It really was her, and not 'just one of those days'.
Sometimes I wish that was me.
To have a grasp of life today,
Though it floats in my mind astray,
Each bird, each word, each comedy.
But only sometimes, do I wish that were me.
There were times when love was all the rage,
Subtle hearts, drawn on the corner of each page.
Some to the girl I wish I could talk to,
Some to the girl I wish would just walk through
My mind and into the room.
In time I came to see the reasons why,
A love, life like this was doomed t