It Must Be

It must be exhausting being you

Always on the spotlight

Never able to hide from the world.

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It must be awful being you

Not able to decide for yourself, not really

Always being told what to do

Because that is the price you pay in exchange for the fame they give you.

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It must be cruel in the world you’re living

Because no smile or kindness shows on you

It must be hard to pretend it’s all perfect

When deep down you’re struggling to breathe and break free.

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We Are Stars

We are stars in the galaxy

Each one truly far way from the other

Yet we let our light shine bright enough

So those we love dear can still see us

Bulges and Bumps

I do not have a sexy body

I have bulges here

Curves everywhere

Bumps in different places

You may hate it

Or you may accept it

But this is me

I am real

I am the unperfect girl

Bulges, bumps, curves and all

Let Me Be

Let me kiss you the way you’d want to

Let me hold you close

Let me not promise the world but to be there when the world ends

Let me be with you til the dawn breaks

Til the sun sets on us

Til we grow old and until our life is spent

Let me be…

Madness

If to love you is madness,

Then let me be filled with it.

If without you means sadness,

I don’t want any of it.

If losing my sanity is what it takes,

Then I’ll gladly lose it

For the sake of loving you.

Filled, Full, Overflow

This head is filled with dreams

Overflowing of ideas.

This heart is full of love

Overflowing of emotions.

Sometimes it’s a good thing

Though often, it gets her in trouble.

Apart

I am here

You are there

Worlds apart are we

Is there still hope for us?

A Poet’s Canvas

Why do sadness fill a poet’s canvas?

There are words of love

Of hope

Of giving

Of joy

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But most of the walls are filled with tears of hurt

Of betrayal

Of scars from fighting fears

Of darkness

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And the canvas is blank once more

What will it be filled this time?

Back To Earth

And I hate that I am in love with the man on the moon

While I am stuck here on earth.

I hate that I’m in love with the stars that are his eyes

While I do nothing but look up and gaze in admiration.

I send kisses through comets with the hope he receives them well.

In return, he sends falling stars with the hopes he may fall to earth, back to me…..someday.

Do Castles Grow On Trees?

Prince charming is a myth or perhaps long dead

For no longer do they rescue damsels, they end up hurting them instead.

But sometimes princesses still wish for a knight in armor

To climb the tower, profess undying love and be their savior.

Someone to vanquish the evil witch and break the curse

To be there for better or worse.

Still, no longer does a valiant prince come and the princess no longer waits

They are all forgotten in the past now as they forge their own fates.

They are all but whispers, carried by the breeze

Because castles no longer grow on trees.