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Forget his name, forget his face,
Forget his kiss and warm embrace.
Forget the time you spent together.
Remember it all he is gone forever.

Forget the fact that he once cared,
Forget the love that he once shared.
Forget his love that once was true,
Remember now there is someone new.

Forget you cried all night long,
Forget him when they play your song.
Forget how close you once were.
Remember how he chose her.

Forget you memorized the way he walked.
Forget the way that he talked.
Forget the times he made you mad.
Remember how he made you feel so sad.

Forget the thrills when he said, Hi!
Forget the times he made you cry.
Forget the way he said your name.
Remember now he is not the same.

Forget you saw him yesterday.
Forget his gentle and teasing way.
Forget the things you had planned to do.
Remember now he is not with you.

Forget the times that went so fast.
Forget it all it is in the past.
Forget he said, I'll leave you never.
Remember now he is gone forever.

Forget the past that I once knew.
Forget it all leave it too.
Cause he no longer loves me...
..He loves you...




LEFT BEHIND

Left BehindA beautiful girl sits at the computer
and stares,
waiting by herself for someone to care.
no messages pop up,no one calls her phone,
life passes her by as she sits home
alone.
her heart hurts with emptiness, there's nothing inside.
she just needs a friend in whom she can confide.
she wishes things were different, the way they used to be,
when she mattered to people,or so it seemed.
those people she thought would be her best friends forever?
at the first sign of change...
all is fair in love and war.
she still loves them now even if they're gone,
it's a shame she's the only one who
wasn't able to move on.
she can burst any second, the
ears are so hard to fight,
she puts on a act at school and
cries herself to sleep at night.
she's at her lowest point but
refuses to break,
and continues the life that's so
ridiculously fake.
she's living in the past,remembering
days full of laughter
so whatever happened to
living happily ever after?


THE STORY OF EMILY MAY

The curse of Emily MayMy name is Emily May and I’m 14 years old
And I have a tale that needs to be told.

The school day is over, but that’s not the end
Of the torment from the kids that wait around the bend.

I take a deep breath and begin to pray,
My skinny frame shivering in the cold light of day.

Reluctantly I step out into the street
Searching for them at the place where they meet.

I see them first and I feel myself tense
But something happens that doesn’t make sense.

Sarah Jenison seems to be weeping
She says “I heard she died when she was sleeping”.

“I heard she killed herself” says Amy-Beth
“At least she’s joined her family in death”.

“Whatever the cause, we are to blame
We bullied her and I for one hang my head in shame”.

Daniel says “We’ll go there today,
To the poor lonely grave of Emily May”.

Now I am cursed to hear them all say:
“I wish we were nicer to Emily May”.

YOUR ROOM IS YOUR SANCUARY.

"Your room is your Sanctuary, I heard my father say.
He didn't know it, but he had lied to me on that fateful day.

I stared at my ceiling as I lay on my bed,
Thinking quietly to myself, alone in my head.

"How can that be," I mumbled to my little plush mouse,
If what you say is true, then my room is technically my house.

But my room could never be something like that,
Because I always hear a sound, coming from my door, that annoying ratta tat tat!

There is always someone who is bothering me, in my room day and night,
I can never get any piece when my mind is in flight!

The only true place that I have found I can be alone,
Is in my mind, where from time to time again, my happiness has shown.

I love being in my mind so alone. I can think and breathe without any bother,
But his lie was unknown especially to himself, my dear dear father.

You could try to enter into my thoughts, but I will warn you right now,
what you seek to be sought, cannot be found right away, and to find what is seeked to be sought,
can only be found in one special way, so you ask me "How?"

Please be careful, young ventures of the mind,
for within my head, you may find some things that you were not meant to find.

My mind is a twisted, messed-up and scary little place,
with only one known and certain face.

When you choose to venture deep in my thoughts,
be careful to not go too deep into the abyss,
For if you fall into that deep hole of thought,
your body, your mind and memories will seek to be missed.

You yourself will be forgotten, devoured into my mind, and will never be found,
Your entire being will disappear without even a sound.

Trapped forever in my memories of loneliness and despair,
And since no one will remember you, no one will care.

So remember, young ventures of the mind,
my mind is a twisted, messed-up scary little place,
With only one known and certain face.

My mind is my sanctuary, and I will let no one in,
for if you decide to sneak a small little peak,
you can consider yourself, your immortal soul, just ashes and dust.


THE FACE U SEE ON ME

the face you see on me
you'll never see on a magazine
but i'm still gonna shine.
i'm not perfect; i'll never be.
so please stop pressurin' me.
i know my time is coming soon
i'm a flower that soon will bloom

Can I find somewhere to hide?
where only I can see me cry.
So that the motion of the tides
can't knock me down...

Is there someplace I can see?
Where there is no one watching me.
To go when I can't face the light.

I built a wall between
me and reality
to keep emotions in
and everything else away.

But now I'm trapped inside
and all the lights are out,
and I've pushed everyone away ...

Now all I want
is someone to hold me tight.
I dream of strong arms
protecting me.

But I'm all alone
stuck inside my own
barricade of lies.

Bang on the wall between
me and reality.
If I can break it down
will everything wash away?

The fear might hold me back
but somehow I will break
into the sun someday, yeah.

Everything will be alright
just must keep pushing through.
Into the arms of others.
Into the arms ...
of others


WHEN U WAKE UP

When you wake up
You will not see me,
Do not seek me
You will not find me.

Do not wait for me
I’m not coming,
Do not search for me
I’m not hiding.

Do not look for me
Please stop trying,
Do not call me cowardice
I’m not running.

There will be no weeping,
Or crying or sighing,
Do not mourn me
I’m not dying.
I’m simply going home.


THE VIRTUOUS GAGANS

A monstrous clap of thunder broke apart
the swoon that stuffed my head; like one awakened
by violent hands, I leaped up with a start.
and having risen; rested and renewed,
I studied out the landmarks of the gloom
to find my bearings there as best I could.
And I found I stood on the very brink of the valley
called the Dolorous Abyss, the desolate chasm
where the thunder of Hell's eternal cry,
so depthless-deep and nebulous and dim
that stare as I might into its frightful pit
it gave me back no feature and no bottom.
Death-pale, the poet spoke: "Now let us go
into the blind world waiting here below us.
I will lead the way and you shall follow.

EVEN THOUGH U R MY SWEET AND SOUR.

Even though you are my sweet and sour.
Peaches and cream.
And everything else on top.
Bein' together makes me happy and sad at the same time.
Because we have to be separate by heart.
With you i am against the world.
And i love that.
No one makes me feel as together with myself as you do.
And i want to be with you for the rest of my life



THINGS THAT WATER CAN'T WASH AWAY

They say splash water on your face
Take a breath
Take a rest
Just do your best
Ignore your loneliness
What they don't understand
Is the water can't wash away
What's behind your tear stained face

Things the water can't wash away
Are the things that make
Your heart break
It doesn't mean you're ok
When you stop crying
All it means
Is that the tear drops
Have stopped
The water can't wash away the pain

You couldn't stop if you tried
They can lie
Tell you everything will be alright
But you know you'll lay in bed tonight
Unable to shut your eyes
Wondering why
You still have yet to die

Things the water can't wash away
Are the things that make
Your heart break
It doesn't mean your ok
When you stop crying
All it means
Is that the tear drops
Have stopped
The water can't wash away
The pain

You look out the window and watch
The rain fall down
Just like the cries in which
You are starting to drown
You and your face
Memories of mistakes
You thought they were gone
You were wrong
They're coming back to haunt you now
They're coming back to haunt you now

Things the water can't wash away
(away, away)
The things the water can't wash away



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