The Two Sides of Me
Nobody knows it but there is a canyon in me
It splits me in two
Across the gap stretches a rope that is starting to unwind
And separates the sides of me
On one side there is the child me
She created a world where pain never existed
She is perfect
Time has never touched her
Shes sweet and innocent
She will never grow up
She will always remain a child
She will never learn that the world is a harsh place
She wears a tiara and a pretty розовый party dress
She will always be playing чай party with her Babies
She sits in the middle of a friendly forest
She is surrounded by her family and friends
She will always believe that her father loves her
And would never hurt her
She will always be able to swim in the sea
She will always be able fly above the clouds
She refuses to look at the canyon, instead she pretends it doesnt exist
She believes that if she doesnt look at it, it will eventually go away
She exists because thats what my mother needs me to be
On the other side is the adult me
She lives in a world where all she knows is pain.
She is imperfect
She has lived a life
She knows the truth
She knows her father wants her dead
She is sarcastic
She is tired of living
She doesnt remember what its like to be happy
She's forgotten how to smile
She has дана up on the world
Shes Остаться в живых in a labyrinth of pain
Her jeans are faded and torn, her рубашка is in tatters
Her arms are covered by a million little cuts
She holds a needle in her hand
And her tears are blood
Her eyes are lifeless
She died a long time ago
She no longer laughs
She is being forced to live a life that she has grown to hate
The ground crumbles beneath her feet
She watches the little girl across the canyon
Wishing she could get over there
But she doesnt see the rope
She is what Im becoming
Holding onto the rope is the ghost
She lives in a world of uncertainty
A cold wind tries to knock this fragile spirit from her precarious perch
She is bruised and battered
She hangs onto the rope for dear life with one hand
Her other hand is reaching out to the adult me
Ready to catch her if ever she were to fall
She has the innocence of the child but the wisdom of the adult
She hasn't дана up yet
She still remembers how to hope
She doesnt want to disappear
She doesnt want to fall
But the longer shes there
The deeper the canyon gets
And the wider the crevice becomes
So еще of the rope breaks
Another strand snaps, cutting into her skin again and again
Her blood runs down
She knows that no one will come to the rescue
She has to save herself
She knows if her grip were to slip
If ever she were to fall
The other two will die as well
She knows that she is the only one that can bind the other two together
She refuses to see that the situation is hopeless
She refuses to die
She is ignored by the other two
So she calls out again and again
But its hard to get someones attention when they dont know Ты exist
She is who Im supposed to be
How can a person ever be whole
When there is a windswept canyon
Residing in her soul
Nobody knows it but there is a canyon in me
It splits me in two
Across the gap stretches a rope that is starting to unwind
And separates the sides of me
On one side there is the child me
She created a world where pain never existed
She is perfect
Time has never touched her
Shes sweet and innocent
She will never grow up
She will always remain a child
She will never learn that the world is a harsh place
She wears a tiara and a pretty розовый party dress
She will always be playing чай party with her Babies
She sits in the middle of a friendly forest
She is surrounded by her family and friends
She will always believe that her father loves her
And would never hurt her
She will always be able to swim in the sea
She will always be able fly above the clouds
She refuses to look at the canyon, instead she pretends it doesnt exist
She believes that if she doesnt look at it, it will eventually go away
She exists because thats what my mother needs me to be
On the other side is the adult me
She lives in a world where all she knows is pain.
She is imperfect
She has lived a life
She knows the truth
She knows her father wants her dead
She is sarcastic
She is tired of living
She doesnt remember what its like to be happy
She's forgotten how to smile
She has дана up on the world
Shes Остаться в живых in a labyrinth of pain
Her jeans are faded and torn, her рубашка is in tatters
Her arms are covered by a million little cuts
She holds a needle in her hand
And her tears are blood
Her eyes are lifeless
She died a long time ago
She no longer laughs
She is being forced to live a life that she has grown to hate
The ground crumbles beneath her feet
She watches the little girl across the canyon
Wishing she could get over there
But she doesnt see the rope
She is what Im becoming
Holding onto the rope is the ghost
She lives in a world of uncertainty
A cold wind tries to knock this fragile spirit from her precarious perch
She is bruised and battered
She hangs onto the rope for dear life with one hand
Her other hand is reaching out to the adult me
Ready to catch her if ever she were to fall
She has the innocence of the child but the wisdom of the adult
She hasn't дана up yet
She still remembers how to hope
She doesnt want to disappear
She doesnt want to fall
But the longer shes there
The deeper the canyon gets
And the wider the crevice becomes
So еще of the rope breaks
Another strand snaps, cutting into her skin again and again
Her blood runs down
She knows that no one will come to the rescue
She has to save herself
She knows if her grip were to slip
If ever she were to fall
The other two will die as well
She knows that she is the only one that can bind the other two together
She refuses to see that the situation is hopeless
She refuses to die
She is ignored by the other two
So she calls out again and again
But its hard to get someones attention when they dont know Ты exist
She is who Im supposed to be
How can a person ever be whole
When there is a windswept canyon
Residing in her soul
inch by inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
Бабочки of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to Любовь it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the день I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for Ты love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place Ты could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with еще огонь then Ты could ever imagine.
еще passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the день I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real баскетбол coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
или I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to Показать themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...