StarberrySmoothie

Short tempered, lack of patience, bothered by little things, the curtain hiding a bigger picture,   the good overshadowed by the bad. Has it always been this way? Desperately reaching for something more to hold on to, an inner closeness. Understanding, reason, clouded. Paranoid? Jealous? Neglected? Who is right? Where is the balance? Forgotten, overlooked, barely heard. A look reveals a troubled mind, a cut heart, faltering soul. But a mere look can't fathom the reason behind. So confused what more can be given, or even willing to be? Its difficult determining if I'm being difficult.

Short tempered, lack of patience, bothered by little things, the curtain hiding a bigger picture,   the good overshadowed by the bad. Has it always been this way? Desperately reaching for something more to hold on to, an inner closeness. Understanding, reason, clouded. Paranoid? Jealous? Neglected? Who is right? Where is the balance? Forgotten, overlooked, barely heard. A look reveals a troubled mind, a cut heart, faltering soul. But a mere look can't fathom the reason behind. So confused what more can be given, or even willing to be? Its difficult determining if I'm being difficult.

it's like warm hands after a day out in the cold. Loving, tender, and smooth, aching, floating, alive yet suspended in alternating time. Where one second becomes two hours and we're running late for obligations because these hands-- your hands-- are all I need to survive.

Anyone can proclaim they are great, but only a handful can prove it. *** Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Tell a man to pray, and he will die wondering why you didn't give him a fish. *** If a homeless soul begs of you a penny, give them two. To you, you will have lost little. To the soul, you will have bought him a meal. *** If music truly be the food of love, than friendship is the drink that accompanies such a fine meal. *** It is more impressive to say you fixed something, then to admit it was never broken. *** It is not that truth is without worth, rather no one can afford to pay the price. *** It is the nature of

I walked these hallways, earning stares, the suspesions of anyone in my way, suspisions I have yet determined... they all won't look away, stalking my eyes, for all their dirty looks I see, they all seem to think I'm crazy... I laugh at their stares, and their insults, I'm fine with being different, I still wonder why it would matter so much to everyone else... they ridicule me, or anyone else standing different, standing out in the crowd, standing tall... they stay in their packs, like wolves, trying to be everyone else, forgetting the meaning of diversity, and personality... I never told anyone to share my oppinion, but I

-Mannerism- I know how the past is written, Whether its fact or fiction in your mind. I can see past the friction, And the masked depictions in your eyes. How long would I last in prison? Even if I had committed the poor crimes? I can still crack a prism, Even though half diminished in pure light. A possible rash decision? Or just something I had to finish in more time. I will always have a mission, Despite the answer given that warm night. My chance of living? Now seems hope for cancer victims is more bright. But how can you act your finished, When I’m still the mannerisms in your life?

I don’t you think you understand Just what you mean to me. There’s something to be said about a man, Who can make a girl feel free. Free from this world. Free from expectations. Free from pretenses. Running wild, being alive. That is the precious gift your love brought me. But you still curse yourself Thinking you aren’t what I need you to be. I need you the way you are. I need this just as is. I need you to run away from me, And give another girl your precious gift.

Walk away, or maybe stay, either way you'll just complain, no one ever, feels the same, no one ever tries to share the blame, now I'm lost, nowhere to go, blind in mind and in soul, I just hope, that you can understand, before I walk away and become a man... let it all just fall apart... 'cause I'm tired of this heavy heart... let it all just flow by... I'm walkin' away and you now know why... I can't stand to stay here, remember every day, of everything that happened, can't stand to feel this way, and now I'm leaving, and nearly gone, just try to remember me through this song... Walk away, or maybe stay, either way you'll j