Key of Time

The young female heart flutters with such passion,
Out in the open, with no shield to protect itself,
Wounded in the tormented battle of love.
The will to beat on becomes faint,
As the pain from the open wounds grow ever heavier on the young soul.
Oh how her young spirit yearns for his touch,
But his warmth is felt by another.
The once clear world is now blurred by fervent tears,
Life it self seems as if it would stop
... or pause for a brief moment,
As the wounded heart tries to heal itself.
But what the young girl can't see,
Is the one who stands there waiting,
Wanting to enclose her in his ardent embrace,
To warm her frigid heart,
To mend what has been broken,
And to forever love her with ardor.
But time is a far greater distance than the eye can see,
And with it lies the key to happiness,
The key to passion,
The key to an undying love.

I Use to Believe, But Now I Know

Guardian Angel

In moments of insecurity,
I lock my soul into my inner self,
I hide from the outside world,
With all it's expectations.
My smile says one thing,
But my reflection screams the truth.
I curl up and stow away,
From all the impurity.

Who can see the girl who cries,
Inside of my inner darkness?
Who can hear the girl who cries,
In the bathroom stall silently as people pass her by?
No one...
Will ever be there,
For the lonely and desperate soul,
That cries out fearfully,
Laying on the cold desolate floors,
Of a heart that was never whole.

I lay here,
Waiting for my guardian angel,
To wrap me in his wings of rapture,
To protect me from the anguish of the world,
To replace my frigid tears with ardent smiles,
To be there for me when no one else will stand by my side,
For he is my path to truly living.

Undecipherable

I wish
I could tell him
Her
Someone
Anyone
Who will listen
No one
Seems to see me screaming
For help
Internally as I cut myself
Down
Away from my ambitions
My hopes
Are gone
Forever
I will remain
Undecipherable.

Shadowed Soul

This feeling,

This terrible, dark, and eerie feeling,

That lies in my heart,

slithering like a snake to the front edges of my mind.

It adds weight to my shattered soul,

unable to carry it as a whole.

Consuming my being,

till the light of my spirit is shrouded and drenched,

in a thick armor of hatred.

Unable to see the light of day,

pushing everything away,

into the outer reaches of my heart,

until I have nothing left but the dark.