The Perfect Me

When I wish upon a star,
The clouds shroud their light,
Hope has never made it far,
Through the dark lonely night.

It is too early to act,
Wasting time waiting to see,
I am hiding from the fact,
That time is wasting me.

Trying to be the perfect one,
The boy I will never be,
Never be the one to stun,
I can only dream of a perfect me.

Reality will never know him,
As I will never feel secure,
The light is wearing dim,
To be in the arms of her.

How can I evolve,
To be the boy I must,
Will my life stop to revolve,
In the hands I trust.

Can I stay alive,
Down on my knees again?
By myself can I strive,
Is being myself ever enough to win?

Sickness is Myself

In the face of change,
I turn my head to the wall,
Am I just too scared to rearrange,
Afraid that it will end it all.

The voices in my head speak,
Telling me it'll be just like what I'm use to,
Day after day just feeling weak,
Living lonely and empty, nothing new.

I should just go with the flow,
Let you live for ya,
Let the feelings come and go,
But in my heart there's too much paranoia.

Right now I can't help being snapped,
A pile of blank pages on the shelf,
Inside my heart I know I'm trapped,
Knowing the sickness is myself.

Touch So Real

Everything seems to be just about right,
Coming together before my eyes,
It seems so bright in the dead of the night,
Waves gently crashing as the sun rises.

The breeze softly kisses my supple cheek,
Painting it with a lively crimson red,
Blowing my hair so it flows nice and sleek,
All while laying upon my nimble bed.

A picture perfect life awaits for me,
Where my exhaustion slowly starts to heal,
Everything important I can see,
Hard to believe yet the touch is so real.

All of my memories within this keep,
All locked tightly in the arms of sleep.

The Delicate Flower

A world of aesthetics lives in the green,
Beauty is the form it soon will assume,
Hidden away where it will not be seen,
Until spring gives birth to the flower bloom.

Nourished by the vibrant rays of the sun,
And cold rain showers to keep it alive,
All of earth's purest essences in one,
Polymerized for tranquility to strive.

The petals lay before curious eyes,
Telling stories of what nature may hold,
From the time it blooms to the time it dies,
From the most hot to the brutalest cold.

So graceful yet possesses much power,
The beauty of the delicate flower.

Feels Like a Dream

Standing aside,
Drifting off in time,
Eyes set with pride,
As if love were a crime.

Staring right into the pristine,
The radiance envelops the trees,
The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen,
All poised in front of me.

She turned to me and said,
"This world is so full of lies,
And sometimes love seems dead,
But I still see it in your eyes.

Never lose that gleam,
So we have no set length,
'Cause when I'm beside you it feels like a dream,
With a heart saturated with strength".

I smile as I turn away,
With a tear in the pit of my eye,
I said "that will be the day,
We will be eternal and never die.

While our bodies may dry,
And our voices may be gone,
The time can pass us by,
But our love goes on."

Colors in My Heart

I was walking the line,
Living just to survive,
Just a stalagmite in a diamond mine,
A car unfit to drive.

One day I met you,
So innocent and nice,
I was caught in the rear-view,
With memories cold as ice.

When I encountered love,
I tried to run and hide,
My friends from up above,
Were locked up inside.

But with your smile you melted away,
The ice that encased my heart,
The way you made it sway,
Made my fears fall apart.

You changed the colors in my heart,
From the dullest grays to the lightest green,
I knew you were the one from the start,
That would wash me clean.

Clean of the blood,
And sorrow that blanketed my emotion,
Irrigate the waters of the flood,
To uncover my love and devotion.

Now I awake,
Wake up still alone,
But for now this I can take,
As you are as close as my phone.

It makes me want more,
To hold you with pride,
Only the future knows what is in store,
But all I want is you be my side.