When all the world was bright with spring,
And love’s young dream was mine,
I thought no ill could ever bring
A cloud across the shine.
But, lo! the storm came sudden o’er,
The sky grew dark and drear;
And love, that seemed so bright before,
Was changed to bitter fear.
And now I know that love is blind,
And hope is all a lie;
And he who trusts in womankind
Must surely rue the day.
For love is like a summer dream,
That fades away too soon;
And he who hopes to win the gleam
Must pay the bitter boon.
So let me learn from bitterest woe
The lesson love has taught,
And never trust to woman’s vow,
Or hope to win her heart.
When all the world was bright with spring,
True Love Doesn’t Exist
True love, they say it’s a myth,
A fairytale created to give us hope,
A lie we tell to ease the pain,
But in reality, it’s just a joke.
We search and we strive for love,
But all we find is heartache and pain,
We hope and we pray for something real,
But true love, it seems, is all in vain.
Searching for My True Self
I have been living a lie for so long
Trying to fit in and please everyone
Trying to be someone that I don’t belong
Trying to hide what I really feel and want
But I can’t keep up this charade anymore
I can’t ignore the voice inside my heart
I can’t deny the truth that I adore
I can’t suppress the urge to break apart
I have to find out who I really am
What I really love and what I really need
What I really value and what I really stand
What I really hope and what I really dream
I have to search for my true self and be free
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Trapped in the Wrong Body
I feel like a stranger in my own skin
A prisoner of a body that’s not mine
A mismatch between the outside and within
A conflict that I can’t seem to align
I look at the mirror and see a lie
A reflection that does not match my soul
A disguise that I have to wear and comply
A burden that I have to bear and control
I long for a day when I can be free
A day when I can express who I am
A day when I can live authentically
A day when I can be happy and calm
But until then I have to cope and fight
To find a way to escape this plight.
The Mirror Lies
I look at the mirror and see a face
That does not reflect who I am inside
A mask of perfection that hides the trace
Of all the flaws and scars I try to hide
The mirror tells me what I want to hear
That I am beautiful, smart and strong
But deep inside I know it’s insincere
A lie that I have believed for too long
The mirror lies to me and to the world
It shows a version of me that’s not real
A false image that I have carefully curled
To avoid the pain and fear that I feel
But I can’t live in this illusion forever
I have to face the truth and break the spell
The mirror lies but I can be clever
And find the beauty in myself as well.
Like the day that I was bornI‘m alive despite the pressureI‘ve arrived to learn the answersIn a hospital towelThe brightest day of my mother‘s lifeBut you pretend my lips are blueMaybe I‘m dead to you (and only you)Maybe im just dead to youWhen you finally left you saidNever again, never again, never againWhen I finally woke I saidNever again, never again, never againLike christmas day at homeI‘m profoundly moved by lettersThat hope I‘m feeling betterIn a hospital gownIt was once the first moment of my lifeTo pretend my lips were blueA decade passed and I met youMaybe I‘m just dead to youThe only gift you chose to leaveAre fever dreams, the kind you still believeI‘ll scream how it feels to feelAnd you‘ll try so hard not to hearLike the day I learned to readExpressions meant to lie to meSeeing forest from the treesLosing trust in majestySo I write to concentrateOn the echos down the storm drain
You’re the short hand of a clock.
I’m a number you only strike when everyone else is asleep…
You pass me by like a Valentine’s Day bouquet,
& I stare at the 9 across from me,
Wondering if it’s a coincidence she was placed there…
The 9 encourages me to de-ny
The idea that time is running out,
Says when time runs out, it can only run back in,
Cause it has no where else to go…
So I wrote you a letter, promising that you can run to me anytime you have nowhere else to go,
& everytime I see you coming, I always pray I’m your last stop…
But you always seem to pass me by…
So, I devised a plan one night,
To capture time and give it to you,
So you can be the decider of your own fate…
I told you it’s ok,
And you don’t have to choose me even when you have a choice…
The walls started to laugh.
Told me you’ve always had a choice…
But indecisiveness has kept you running in circles…
Around my heart.
Don’t believe everything
People are being
by the tellers
History teaches us
“if a lie is repeated
people will believe it.”
Let us have
ears to hear,
and eyes that see.
May our ears and eyes
to the truth.
Not just the tellers
but provable facts.
We must each make an honest
for the truth.
let someone else
May we all
I lied to myself, I lied again
I can’t help- but I want
I want to be someone else
I want to see her
Isn’t she great? She is.
Why can’t I be with her all the time?
Slow Poison Has Reached My Soul.
Flushed her pics, But what about my heart?
Some please bring my heart back from her.