Lonesome Cries

I hate the pain that you must feel inside,
I hate the way it burns behind your eyes,
I hate the fact I can't be by your side,
I hate that no one hears your lonesome cries.

Give me your pain I'll take it deep inside,
Let it burn within my vigilant eyes,
As you cruelly thrust the spear in my side,
Only you will hear my blood curdling cries.

I ignore the pain I now hold inside,
As I search for the sparkle in your eyes,
I gently wrap my arm around your side,
In a bid to banish your anguished cries.
I will kiss oblivion from your eyes
So I can silence all your lonesome cries.

I'm Afraid

An old poem I found in my journal.



I'm Afraid

My heart is happy, but my head’s on fire,
To see you smile is my only desire.
I’m afraid to speak, so afraid you’ll run,
Afraid it will end before it’s begun.

I lay wide awake and wonder if you
In anyway feel the same way I do?
I send you a message, I just say “Hi,”
But there is no “Hello,” and no “goodbye”.

If I care about you

If I care about you
Then I invite you
To be part of my life,
To matter to me.

If I care about you
You are raised high
Held above the world
And counted free.

If I care about you
I will hold you close
And ensure that you
Are never cast adrift.

If I care about you
You have my heart
It will not falter
It is my gift.

The World

The world is broken, the world is unfair,
The world doesn’t recognise if you care.
The world is ignorant, the world does not share,
The world doesn’t understand what is truly there.

I am myself, I am not who you think,
I am not afraid; even when I sink.
I will keep trying, I will not shrink,
I will rewrite the world with indian ink.

You too are broken, you know it is true,
I will not pretend that I am not like you
And you will cause a hullabaloo
When you feel a sense of deja vu.

The world is broken, but you are there
I recognise that you all do care
You are not ignorant, you will share,
You truly understand what is really there.