How could my heart ever heal
with a wound so deep and raw?
This endless sadness that I feel
is life’s one true flaw.
My tears will never dry
as they flood my broken heart
and the hazy days float by
as I break further apart.
How could my heart ever heal
with a wound so deep and raw?
This endless sadness that I feel
is life’s one true flaw.
My tears will never dry
as they flood my broken heart
and the hazy days float by
as I break further apart.
I know something is wrong,
I can tell from the tears
that seep into my fur,
that much is clear.
I know someone is missing,
though not where he’s gone
and I know that I miss him
but tomorrow’s a new dawn.
I know why the tears are shed
and I’ll allow them for now.
My fur can dry your tears
while I cry out, meow.
The crack of the bat
and the roar of the crowd,
reduced to a chime
electronic in sound.
The smell of the grass
and dirt in the air,
replaced by an app
telling you foul or fair.
“They’re good boys,”
a mother proclaimed
as she left them alone
as if they were tamed.
And I waited to see
if this were really true
since “boys will be boys”
as they are entitled to.
At first it did seem,
like she may have been right
until the words pouring out
contained more than a little bite.
Two girls became victim
to words that leave a mark
and their true colors showed
even through the dark.
Will the day ever arrive
when this is not okay?
Will these boys ever learn
the things they should not say?
The worst thought of all,
as these boys become men,
they learn not a thing
as they become good men.
A lonely soul trudges on
up the hill, going strong
until his mate soon arrives;
finally, they share their lives.
A single teardrop
and the dam has broken down;
salty sorrow rains.
I remember your smile;
it’s ingrained in my heart.
It could light up a room
and fix what’s been broken apart.
Now, when I need it the most
I’ll carry it forever inside
and every time I think of you,
my smile will be twice as wide.
Broken right in two,
my heart remains
beating just enough
to carry on
in a world
without you.
So I’m gonna’ eat you
Like I’m gonna’ lose you
I’m gonna’ hold you
Like you’re running away
Wherever you’re standing
I won’t take you for granted
’cause I’ll never know when
When I’ll run out of mice
–
Melissa thought she could save me
and Steph thought she was the cure
and Tracy thought I was wounded
and Ashley thought she was sure.
Roni thought she could break my walls
and Elle thought it was all for show
and Nat thought she could change me
and Chris thought, but didn’t know.
Sam thought I was cute
and Lara thought I was smart
and Kim thought I was perfect
and Kate thought she had my heart.
I thought that I was stalling
and I thought I could run away
and I thought I’d never think
of asking you to stay.