Into The Room I'll walk into the room slowly. I'll walk into the room and glance in your direction. I'll sit in my chair and avoid all eye contact. As you approach me, I'll quickly scurry away. When you reach me, i won't look you in the eyes. When you yell at me, I'll stand there with no words to say. When you're eyes narrow down and glare at me, I'll look up into them and apologize. When I apologize who knows what it will mean. Whether it mends this, or Worsens it; it's not up to me. I'll walk out of the room slowly, I'll walk out of the room and never glance in your direction again.

Winter Passes, Spring Lasts The snow falls slowly from the sky, covering the green grass, Everyday I sit by my window watching this, as days pass. The icy cold snow falls hard onto the ground, As I sit and stare at the scenery, without making a sound. The air is cold and unwelcoming, I can feel it from inside, That's why the white, untouched snow keeps me inside. The days go by as my heart still stays frozen, Who knows how many days it's been snowing, maybe dozens. Months pass by, maybe years, who knows? But then suddenly, I realize there is no snow. The green grass uproots from the ground, I get up and smile, not afraid to make a sound. I thrust open the door, and inhale the sweet smell of flowers, I stood outside my door, for plenty of hours. Everything stopped, and I took a look around, Everything had frozen, and there was no sound. And that's when I realized, right outside this porch I had, That to enjoy the good things, you have to wait out the bad

Nothing At All The thumping of my beating heart deafened my ears. The sounds from around me slowly came to a sudden halt. Nothing mattered anymore, as my vision blurred slightly. Numbness crept up my legs, slowly but surely. All adrenaline left my body completely, as if it was never to return. The silence and emptiness filled my heart and soul. Time seemed to have stopped, in an unpleasant manner. As her lips kissed yours from a distance, I thanked God for the numbness, guarding me from the pain that would creep into the chambers of my heart. Time seemed to have stopped in an unpleasant manner, but as her hand brushed against yours, I realized, Nothing was pleasant. Nothing at all.