When You CryWhen you crydo the tears fall down like rainon a winter's day?Cold and sharp? Bitter and biting?Do they cut their own wounds on your cheeks?When you cryIs there ever any comfort?Do they fill the emptiness within youTill it's a full and raging sea?Or do they fall like spring showers?Washing away the cold forbidding grey?Do they coax new growth within you,bringing something to blossomand start anew?Maybe they fall like summer stormsUnleashing somthing wild and free.Does you heart beat like thunderand your anger flash like lightningwhile emotion dances likerain on hot dry ground?Does it cool things offAnd nurture all that is green and gowing within you?Or maybe your tears fall like autumnAnd something within youturns brown and whithered?Do the old things diewhile you brace for harder times?Does something dieknowing it will come backwhen the time is right?When you cry,what season is it?
Pro... Con...Pro list conlistBabble on listPro: he smells goodCon:he has a girlfriendA tisket a tasketA blue and yellow basketPro:He gives the best hugsCon: he's not interestedRing around the rosiePockets full of PosiesPro:he likes to hang out with meCon: he hangs out with every other girl tooJack and JillWent up the hillPro: he's as intelligent as meCon: he has been with his girlfriend for... 6 months?Georgie Porgy pumpkin pieKissed all the girlies, made them cryPro: the way he has differences from me, not too much, not too littleCon: he's so many friends that are girls I'd get protectiveOld mother hubbardwent to the cupboardPro I bet her kisses goodCon: I'll never knowAnd when she got thereThe cupboard was bare.
.Un.ti.tl.ed.Your eyesif I could live in your eyeswhere they gaze at the worldwhere you see thingsthat make you smileyour eyesto live within them would be blissI'd be forever closeto your mind and soulyour handsto live in your handswhile you craft wonderswould be the truest happinessto live within your mindand linger over your thoughtswould be a supreme joyto be there as things made you laughand know everything that makes you cryBut, the greatest yetwould be to live within your heartto be surrounded by your warmthand be in touch with your soulto feel your golden selfaround me keeping me safeto live in your heartwith my own piece of itwould be the ultimate extasy.
PartyThe tomboy, surrounded by boys, flirts in her own special way, strongarming the guys with recieved and returned shoves.The sweet guy that never seems to be anyone's guy, so tries to be everyone's guy instead.The player, who has a devoted girlfriend, but she's not here, so shows off and splashes for every girl with a pretty face or smile.The pretty girls, who wear smiles as shallow as their values, who can't understand that imperfect people have as much right to fun as they do, and they don't have fun.The girls, who speak of boys, speak to boys and flirt with boys but never keep them.The girl who clings to her boyfriend but neither speak despite their unhappiness.The boy who is friends with all girls, even when his girl's not here and thinks no one listens.And the watcher, who leans back, eyes open, composing lines, wish she was a part, wishing she could be, but knowing she is as different from they are they are from each other.
Between Head and HeartSometimes between my head and my heart the connection is lost.My head is screaming but my heart doesn't stop.I've cried your name in silent tears, with only my pillow as comfort.I keep hoping somewhere along the way, you'll fall out through on of the holes you put in my heart.My head knows to stop but my heart says not.You never even tried, did not even encourage me, but that doesn't change facts.I want you in my arms, I want to fever your flesh with my lips.I wish that you would shiver when my fingers touched you neck, crossed your eyelids.My head still says no, my mind screams it. My heart still goes on for you.I want you with my soul though you are not mine to have.Not that way, never that way, I've never been that way, not to you, not anyoneAnd that hurts almost as much as watching you without having you.Nothing hurts as much as watching you without you.
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