Brown Paper BagMy hands tremble and quakeAs I wallow in my nothingnessI'm no great beautyI'm nothing specialJust a brown paper bag...I hold things togetherI cradle what you hold dearBut how utterly expendable I amWhen something better's nearJust a brown paper bag...My skin is roughI'm durable and strongYet wet with tears I breakLike I was never there to startJust a brown paper bag...Don't throw me awayI'm still here to be usedAgain and againI'm just a brown paper bagWhat else can I do?
A Fragile DreamChills down my spineWith no more than a whisperCarried on the windTraces of your essenceBreezing down the hallsOf my wandering mindIcy fingers, warmed as theyTravel the landscape of your skinTo touch and to holdMore than a memory; a fragile dreamNever ceasing to be dwarved by The reality of all you areOutstretched arms await embraceLimited by the tangibility as the Outstretched soul awaits eternityThe heart's whim takes center stageWith hope, faith, desire and loveWaiting in the wingsThough ever shining withThe light of 1000 suns...
Fairytales and LullabiesFairytales and lullabiesA fragile angel sits and criesThrown against the wallNo matter how she screamsNo one hears the criesSkin shattered like broken glassEmpty gazes looking pastThe feet of passersbyShuffle past and watch her dieReaching out to themNothing to graspFairytales and lullabiesErase her from your mindWhy is this place so coldYou get lonlier as you grow oldThere's no magic mirrorThere's no fountain of youthThis world is deadAnd that's the only truthFairytales and lullabiesA gentle creature slowly diesLying cold in the streetHis heartbeat slowsHis eyes grom dimAs he sees the manWho'
Am I?Weary am IThis burden weighsWeighty upon my every moveMy chest could explodeFrom the pressureLaid upon me like a ton of bricksTired am ISleepless nightsYield fruitless daysMy sunken eyes the only thingI know will come of itAs I do everything to do nothingWeak am IPlayed as the pawn in every gameRelentless and cruelThe light in the eyes dim and dulledMy soul dies more each momentAs I try so hard to live
Vulnerable HeartMy heart is heavy as this ink flows carelessly across the paperIt has been many days since I've spoke to my love...And more still since I've seen him.I often find myself wondering if he misses meAs much as I miss him.Does he sit there, taking time to remember...My touch, my voice, my presence...As if I were there, even in my absense?Does he think on how wonderful it will beWhen I can run through that door, into his arms?I find that I dwell on him more often than notAnd it makes me sad and happy all at once.I am enthralled by the joy he's brought me, But quite often, I sit with my head in my hands,Salty warm tears o
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