Life Itself

Stifling within I want you to know It’s tearing me apart Beginning to show Hear the words I do not say Feel the things I can’t portray Chorus Grant me loved wings Let me soar Hear my heart Give it a cure See the tears I cried so long Silence covers All my sound And I look at you So calm, sincere Your eyes speak Why won’t you care? Chorus Hold me close Hear me say Love me now Don’t go away It kills me so Can’t keep this inside I love you Don’t want it to hide Chorus*2 (fade)

I wrote a promise and sealed it with dew perfumed it with love and blew it to you I captured a dream treasured in memory I sent you the thought, and set it free I whispered a prayer And silently craved for serenity and peace then gave you my fate I carved a sculpture hands steady and true molding till perfection then saw it grow into you. I painted my masterpiece of a late night beach You were there Just a little out of reach. I kept looking for gifts and searching for things to do but there is no price to give that can bring me you. I closed my eyes dissapointment and tears I felt a touch and saw, YOU, wiping my fears.

Wet lips quivered and said, “I’ll forget, you’ll forget.” Words left to resound in their heads. She turns He turns Knowing so well, they may never meet. A last glimpse their love, past tense. _________________________________ That was months ago. Today again, she sits and writes, but instead of words memories creep inside. The smile that was his the magic in the kiss the power of his hold the songs that were told the endless surprise the language in his eyes This time her poem is complete, words unsaid, on a tear-lined sheet. She whispers, hoping for him to hear, “I said I would forget but here I stand, drowned in memory. I said you would forget but here I stand askance, do you remember?”

I am the colors in your palette spread within your boundaries fading when the picture is seen I am the notes in your music held together by guitar strings vanishing each time you sing I am the images in your words held together in your metaphors complicated as you compose I am the thoughts in your diary crafted within each belief stored away in shafts I am the poetry you write woven silently on bathroom walls washed away after every bath I am me, dimming as I grow I am me, complicated and alone I am me, left exposed.

We are always in and out, one day here - tomorrow there. I am always left wanting; sometimes a little, most times a lot. We are always playing those games, pretending we care; being people we're not. You are always giving me hope - loving me hard, hating me soft. We are always in transition, changing our faces, trading our cards - I am always just the same girl, with mellow eyes, and a broken heart.