The death of a soul Takes time Frustration Aggravation If my soul dies Where would I go? Go home Which home My home His home Our home Would I stay? With him Of course My heart My soul Belongs to him I would go to him. Do I love any less? Because I am young Because I make mistakes Because my heart was broken Do I cry any less? Then a wife far from home A lover from a lover A best friend kept away Must I wait any longer? Because I grew up faster Wiser and older Then who I knew was suppose to be me Because I know what I want now Not later When I'm dying inside of time Time away Time alone Time without comfort Time without that kind of love Time with nothing to do But think of each tear Sorrow Heart break Moment without him Without joy Smiles Laughter Attention My love Without My Love

Fantasy I'm living in a fantasy? No I'm living in a dream? Why can't I just be living for me: and him. Living for us instead of them. I love them deep. I try to do what's best for them. No I'm doing what's best for me. It's wrong. Is this what they need? Or what I need? Could it be both? Is there a way to forget? Make regret go away? Could I stay and be me? No I have to leave. Is my dream a reality? Will it all fade? Does he love me like he says? Are they right with all they say? Can i go on without? Can I make it through each night? If my reality is fantasy? If this really is dream.... What would become of me?

To Change I'm support to change For the better For the worse For him For her For them For this For everyone but myself I'm support to change For one side For two For forever For just a time For anything For anyone But I can't be mine I'm support to change Some changes I want Others I hate But either way I still have to change

I Dream of Dreaming I am a dreamer. First I dreamt of a smile. A simple smile to give and return. A smile to receive. A smile to take heart in. Next I dreamt of happiness. To keep through darkened days. To help me through each of #life's tragedies. Bright and fresh or dull with remembrance. Do I dare dream more? I am a dreamer. I dreamt of warmth. The kind of warmth that starts all the way down in your toes. The kind the spreads to your heart. I dreamt of hope. Hoping to change. Hoping to reach more dreams. Hopping not to reach them alone. Do I dare dream more? I am a dreamer. I dreamt of love. Love that never ends nor fades. Love that continues to love blindly. Love that engulfs your heart. I dreamt of him. Just him. Only him. I dreamt that nothing stood in the way of our love. I dreamt I was home in his arms. I dared to dream more... I am a dreamer. Now I dream that I can dream.

The Year of Sunny December Blue turns to red and runs like a river, beating through a wild heart of stone. Eyes as red see blackened skin, In the year of sunny December. Tears pour to smiling lips, As hell bears the joy of mine. To hear the music of his voice In the year of sunny December. Another romantic tragedy, Unfolding before familiar eyes. As family rips a heart softened by love, In the year of sunny December. Bruises that fade leave binding scars, As love is strengthened by hate. Forgiveness will come to guide my way, Through the year of Sunny December. My #life through him grows, When all else has died my love forever goes on. One day ill be home running into his arms, After the year of sunny December.