Her periwinkle eyes sparkle a bit after she cries, you know.

Music has the ability to define, audibly, the human condition, as well as lead one through life's many struggles. At times, I feel music and its application can border on dictation and manipulation of our naturally self-aware and reflective minds.

I watched as thyme flew by; it landed on my pizza.

Perfect. . .

How can I start acting true to myself when I don't recognize the girl I once was?

I'm far too cruel for me to ever allow myself happy dreams.

It's not the same. It never is. Once motivation is gone, it's gone... And that someone is gone along with my motivation.

When you spoke,
I was starving for silence
Thus I ate my words.
I chewed them one by one
Until I swallowed them whole
my stomach rumbled
In protest

I felt sick of you.

I would cry tears if people understood those, instead I cry blood so they finally understand .
I would write words if people understood them, instead I pen emotions until people start to feel them.

Bless be I for feeling this pain
that in my chest originates
and for having this eyes, where the sky rains
for if it did not rain,
my life would be dried
and my heart out of emotions would be drained.