Somewhere there's Someone who Dreams of My Smile

As I stand under the moonlight and turn my sundail, I know that there's someone who dreams of my smile. A smile that makes waves wash over the sea, and in that smile lies life's sweet mystery. What's in a smile, the same as a name, that which we call a rose as Shakespeare would say. A smile so sweet, like peaches and cream, like sweet-sour nucter sucked by the sweetest of bees. Like a honey-crisp apple hanging fromthe tallest of trees, and it's leaves are the brightest of greens. And awake he lays at night and dreams of the perfect thread that sows the seams to keep the edges of her lips on her cheeks. A smile so sweet not even the neatest of treats could beat. So I sit and watch the moon reflect off of the sea. And I know, somewhere there's someone who dreams of my smile.

Our Curse

I can't handle it anymore,
It's all too much.
I don't know what to do,
And now your not here anymore.
Whose going to help me?
What do I do,
What to do without you?
Why did you leave me like this,
I'm all alone.
Now this house is not a home,
Because you left me all alone.
You don't know how I feel,
I don't know if you ever will.
I want to tell you how I feel.
Maybe in time I will.
But for now, killing me slowly
There's pain inside and your to blame.
I hate that nothing stays the same,
I guess we all have to change
For better or for worse.
And Love is Our Curse.

The Imperfect, Perfect Girl

The girl, Invisible.
Hiding her biggest imperfection behind her other imperfections.
If you ask her what her biggest imperfection is she will answer, Herself.
That is not true. She is different. A wonder. Atreasure. Creative. Beautiful. Klutzy. Wierd. Artistic. Different. Her flaws don't make her imperfect.
The Imperfection is that she stays hidden behind the Perfection.
These things she calls flaws are what make her amazing.
Her difference is what attracts the people she so often pushes away.
What she doesn't know is how much people love her for her Imperfections.
And if she would be that Impercect girl more often then she herself would see how Perfect the Imperfect girl really is.

I Weep to Sleep

I often cry, this lullaby that helps put me to sleep. These nights I weep are awful long, my tears play like a song. The sweet sounds of sobbing color my walls these tears paint clouds in my eyes. The lullaby may last a day, I hope these tears will go away. The sadness strikes, its here to stay. The lullaby my sobbing plays is just a cry for help. A handful of tears, a mountain of fears I hate the sound of my weeping, so I hold my ears. I finally fall to sleep but in my dreams I continue to weep. This lullaby does give me peace but the cost is not the least. I hope one day I hope someday I will not weep, these sobs I will not need to sleep. But as I lay in the bed, this lullaby chimes in the back of my head, and I just cry.