As long as I can remember, I don’t care. 

I don’t need to be torn down by someone I know or don’t know.

I just become stronger and grow.

As I look at you, I feel hurt.

I don’t need someone like you to shove me in the dirt.

Well, I have someone who helps me paint my life. 

I hand him a brush,

And he gives me his knife.

We were hush,

For it was midnight.

The moon was our light,

Until the clouds roll in, making our light faint.

We dipped out brushes in our paint,

Then our lives really began.

But Grace saves us, once we’ve had a sip.

The bible teaches,

Even when Fear reaches.

Sometimes, the only way to get to you,

Fear throws at just a few,

The most terrifying for each and everyone.

 But the LORD’s Son, 

He saves, and it’s never too late.

Jesus is his name, and he is your true soul-mate.

Fear himself, is scared of  him,

Fear’s faith is dim.

He will return,

You don’t just earn,

You learn.

This is why I cry.

I cry, for the broken hearted,

The ones who have been parted.

This is why I laugh for the funny.

For, they make my day sunny.

This is why I am angered.

For the ones who are endangered.

This is why, I laugh,I cry, and pout.

I am much too shy.

but I’m not a player.

I wait for the right one,

Instead of dating everyone.

Life deals its cards, 

And I look at my hand,

To see the most grand.

Life has me,

It likes what I do with it.

I don’t throw fits,

I spread happiness, 

in little bits.

That you aren't just keeping me for show.

I feel you on my lips all the time,

But I want to feel you in my heart.

I want to know, 

If you’re there for me.

I want to know,

 if you really love me

Then you will glisten.

Just be quiet,

And you will understand it.

Just think, of the things we can do, 

People like to sue.

Let’s be different!

Life won’t give us a rent.

Listen, my little child,

Be like a tiger, wild,.

Listen to the winds,

And what they have to say.

Because one day,

The wind will be the only one,

To listen to what you have to say.

 The ones I can’t resist.

He kept looking at those pies,

It looked like he had just been kissed,

With those eyes,

He could see,

The ones who let out cries.

His eyes were the key,

The key to life.

With those eyes, 

I was his wife.

He was so kind.

With those very eyes,

He was blind. 

One at a time, 

All the way down my back.

I feel the sin,

All because I stole a dime.

The knives are kept in a stack,

By the door,

And when he comes,

He pulls them down so slowly,

I feel poor.

He likes to play my back like drums.

My back feels so holey.

I feel the knives suddenly remove,

But he has kept them all there.

I feel so much relief, 

I start to feel the grooves,

I feel so empty,

He did it so brief.

I look at my saver,

I see no one. 

Who was there?

Who has granted me my only faver?

Was it my dead son?

Who took care of me?

I snap open my eyes,

And put my hand to my back,

To find out

 The knives only moved farther down my back. 

We share laughter,

We share love.

That’s okay,

We share fear,

We share sadness,

And tears too.

But, that’s okay.

We have a love, 

Stronger than everything,

And everyone.

That’s okay,

With me.

Between us,

Never. 

What are you think’n,

You think we’re okay,

Peace?

Never. 

 Are you still hanging on,

To hope that’s not there,

Peace?

Never. 

Not between us,

There will never be peace.

I put in so much work,

For someone who broke me.

You just decided to flee.

Turns out, you are a bully. 

You tried to get me fully,

But, I really just need to get away.

Just stay away from me, Okay?

It turns out, I am just fine without,

I bullying jerk, who doesn’t care. 

Farewell, My dear.

Don’t dare to ever come near.

They swing each other around in rhymes

The grass claps their hands, 

To the beat of the song birds.

It’s you that I always find.

You even ask me to dance, sometimes.

You’re the only one who understands.

What i have to say, But not in words,

But the pictures I paint,

Of the falling leaves.