Bring the rain.

Let it fall.

Today, tomorrow,

Pour it all.

Show me thunder.

Make it dark.

Bring the lightning,

Make it spark.

Faster please,

Make me strong.

Clean me off.

I don‘t belong.

there is something about love.

it always comes at random.

but it’s at the most random times when we need to be loved the most.

and when we crave this everlasting feeling of love, it will always come.

you might not see it, but it consumes every bit of your being.

slowly.

and it gives you the capability to love everyone else to the fullest.

therefore, there will always be more love.

and when there is more love, you can only be loved more.

I echoed on a pixalited screen.

Tiny squares of all my dreams.

Pieced together by a person I'm not.

Dreams they dreamt for me with their own thought.

But I refuse to be another lost soul,

Because deep inside I know what makes me whole.

You have your own life, I'll let you know.

If you can't respect mine, you should go.

It’s been my username for everything

For as long as I can remember

When I was young, I must have thought,

“Hey, I like horses, I’m a girl, and my name starts with k”

And thought that was a brilliant idea

It’s just kind of stuck

I don’t have the time or energy

To come up with one of those thought-provoking names

The ones you read and think,

“Wow that’s a really great name”

I guess I also get nostalgic for mine

I’ve used it for so long,

It’s become part of me

I don’t think I’ll ever change it

I like it

Straightforward

Simple

It’s perfect for me

Dare to Dream is what they say.

Dare to live day by day.

Dare to say all you need to say.

Dare to speak but never betray.

Dare to be content with what you possess.

Dare to remember that you are blessed.

Dare to love who you desire.

Dare to never lose your fire.

Load em' up,

Carry on.

You won't miss me,

When I'm gone.

Left or right,

Here or there,

It's alright,

Just Anywhere.

Lost direction,

Way off track.

Brings affection,

Straight on back.

I'll be going,

Leave me be,

I don't want this,

Can't you see?

A hymn of who I was,

One rhythm of the past.

Songs before I broke;

Squished into a cast.

Healing scars or wounds,

Never happen soon.

Stitches take some time.

I've never healed from mine.

Tell me how you do it,

Leave it all behind.

Just the thought of such,

Never leaves my mind.

My skin is always flawless,

Not a single scar is shown.

My scars, for sure,

Is something that isn't known.

The suns, stars, and moon,

All conspired into a lovely tune.

Calling and asking,

Why we left it so soon.

Dancing into the rain,

Washing away our pain.

Wipping in the wind;

A wild main.

True to who we were,

Until you left with her.

Making my heart stop;

My head only starting to stir.

In truth I didn't know;

Afterall, she was the friend of a foe.

Our love and trust is gone,

Pulled out by the undertow.

Ears are ringing,

Cries are heard,

Death is singing,

From the birds.

Up and down,

Here we go,

Round and round,

High to low.

Days turn dark,

Winds and turns,

Leaving marks,

Making burns.

Bleeding hearts,

Hatred spread,

It all started,

From the dead.

Roses are red,

Violets are dead,

They bleed the colors,

We all dread.

Hues draining from the petals,

The red in my mouth,

Tastes like metals.

The cuts up my arm,

Only caused by harm,

That rose was once white,

But evil took a bite.