Infuriating rage
When the light is red...
*never really got around to saying what i wanted...
Today I was confronted...
Nothing is in my way
of moving on with my life...
I am back to my old self, bubbly and loud,
smiling and laughing, I'm back in a crowd...
In this poem "dreams" are not referring...
-Dreams for Sale...
When I was a young girl,
My teenage years I recall...
You're searching in my eyes
for the hidden aspirations...
I had this friend when i was eleven years old,
she would call in the sun or freezing cold...
When will this world truly begin?
Surely it hasn't begun...
Fade away lullabies,
fade away bumble bee...
Looking back over the years,
when full happiness used to be mine...
You need it and find it
You keep it and like it...