Praying my heart

Ripping Apart on the Inside
Falling Apart When I Hide
Burning Tears Run Down My Face
With The Pain I Cant Replace
Crying Out When No Ones Here
Just To Wipe Another Tear
Nothing Seems To Be Working
I’m Tired Of Sulking
I Just Want Some Happiness
I Want That Peaceful Bliss
When Someone Calls My Name
I might Seem Even Sane
But If You Look Within The Cracks
You’ll See my Face Bent Back
Hot Tears Streaming Down
That Don’t Hit The Ground
My Eyelids Are Heavy
My Cheeks Are Tear Stained
I Want To Cry Out To You
But I’m Afraid You Wont Understand
I Cant Sleep At Night
Because My Dreams Are Filled With Fright
I Think I Can Make It
But Only, If Only, A little Bit
I Cry Myself To Sleep
Praying That My Heart, You Will Keep.

Look for me

Look into my eyes
So you can see my emotions
Look into my soul
So I can create memories
Look where I cant
So you can save me
Look at who I am
So you can tell me who I am
Look at what I am
So you can tell me its okay
Look into my eyes
So you can kiss me one more time

Hidden

I am Hidden
Where you cannot find
I am Hidden
Where I am easy to find
I am Hidden
Where the cracks collide
I am Hidden
Where your tears fall
I am Hidden
Where your words go
I am Hidden
But not for long

The Only Time I Smile

I can feel your presence
Gently in existence
It’s very small
But very big
As I’ve come to call
I can kiss you
I can wish for you
To hold my hand
To say my name
Can you understand
What I feel
That I couldn’t take
Can you understand
What I feel
That I want from you
But for now
The only time I smile
Is when I cry
For you to say
I love you
And in return
I love you too

Beautiful rose

This is to the most
Beautiful rose
Bringing sadness
This is to black night
Signifying death
Has been here.
Sometimes used
When a loved one's soul
Has departed
Life's door closes
And the gates of heaven
Just might appear.

With smiles pouring
From loving hearts
Most happy in spirit
This rose may be placed softly
By those who mournfully weep.
Painful types
Like the blind representation
Our deepest of sorrow
A last farewell
Before they lay us down
To eternal sleep.

Black roses
Should be treasured
Given to the living
Quite a beautiful Gift
Especially on a mournful day.
Make sure they appreciate it
And have a dark sense of humor
Or it will be an act
Considered by many too cliché.

So this black night
I give away another flower
To all the other souls
That I must take
To the place where I live
With souls of the alter
This is worse than you think
This is heartache.

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