Thursday, July 8, 2010

[. The . Light .]

In the distance there is hope
That parts the stormclouds in my heart.
Though I can't quite reach to touch it
It renews my will to start.

My heart had been bruised... broken.
It hurt me just to breathe.
As the pieces start to mend together
I'm found wanting to believe.

I didn't dare to try before
I couldn't take the pain
Couldn't stand to be left all alone
If it happened once again.

But I've put that all behind me.
Even though it's far away
I have to keep crawling towards the light
If I'm going to be okay.

July 8, 2010

Sunday, February 28, 2010

[. Black . Heart .]

You took me in covered in filth
With a heart as black as night
I'd long since given up on You
I'd long since lost the fight.

You watched from the shadows
As I'd stumble and I'd fall
You watched as I'd struggle to rise
Or at times not rise at all.

You walked cloes beside me
Though I never looked your way
When everyone else left me
I never saw that you would stay

I longed to just be noticed
I was dying for a friend
When I had no one to turn to
You were with me in the end.

You washed me clean and changed me
You took my heart and made it pure
Whenever someone closed a window
You opended up another door.

I lost the fight 'cause you weren't with me
Gave up 'cause I didn't want to try
But I won't give up anymore
Because you're fighting by my side.

February 28, 2010

Thursday, January 14, 2010

[. The . Wooden . Door. ]

The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to keep me safe.
To hide my deepest fears away
And keep a smile on my face.
The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to stop the searing pain
To keep my days boring and dull
And to keep the nights so plain
The wooden door with iron bars
Was meant to dull the roaring ache
To keep the darkness locked up tight
And help to hold off heartbreak.
The wooden door with iron bars,
No sooner had I spoken,
The door keeping the despair at bay
Splintered, cracked... and now is broken.
January 14, 2010

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I have 2 beautiful little girls. I love to read. Fantasy novels mostly. Who needs any more reality than what's on the news. I love music. REAL music. Not that rap crap. I like to bake my own food from scratch and watch everyone else eat it. I love the country and I love the mountains. If I had to pick between the 2 I don't think I could. I love to take pictures of everything and everyone. No one is safe when my camera is out. I like going the out-of-the-way way. The scenic route is always the best, no matter how much longer it takes. I love gardens full of flowers and willow trees and bird baths. I love the smell of the ocean and listening to the waves. I love having too many pillows and falling asleep in the bathtub. I'm just your average kinda girl, but then, there's more to me than most people think. :-)