kayla, 20 february 2012
We sit here in this world
That turns and turns
But in life you get burned
Since we were little
They told us to dream
But as you get older
Your like what is this word called dream
Because life is so harsh
Life is so mean
It makes people stop there dream
The harsh part makes them change perspective
And the mean part makes them become protective
So the people work in something they didn't dream
But enough to get money, you know what I mean
So they stop there wishes and maybe this
Instead they gave it a goodbye kiss.
Because now they see
life is only a dream and that's what it will ever be
kayla, 20 february 2012
I am alone in my own home
I have hatred and problems where they don't belong
It should be love, peace and
Happiness an all the above
To live a long life
Well until my teenage years are gone
If I knew teen life was this hard
I would of past it
Skip to the next
Anything to move on
The feeling of pressure
To know the truth in life is scary
To know your child life was a fantasy
And the ones you hold the most died with it
To feel first love for a guy but
Accept the fact you won't be with him to you die
To feel like everything been take away
But still have hope for a better day
To me is the feeling of homelessness
Instead of home sweet home to me
kayla, 20 february 2012
Your love is like cross hands
Open spaces where my heart has fallen in
I close mine to stay content
You open yours to stay committed
Holding each other hands now permitted
A unknown mystery, so exquisite
Open spaces where your hands is opposite
You and me have so much history
Commemorate every time your next to me
The only one I can not interpret
You can make lecherousness a self portrait
Holding you hand makes all this feels worth it
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