Bramosia You know Her. The way she talks. The way she smiles. She doesnt understand. Some of the things she says, hurts. They arEn't insults. They still hurt. You always forgive her. Why shouldn't you? You fail to tell her how you feel. You fail to mention why it hurts. Why be mAd at her for your mistakes? That's what you ask yourself each time you heart feels like it's going to burst from your chest and explode, dying with all your happiness and loveandexcitementandhopesanddReams Calm down. Take a deep breath. You love her. Maybe, she'll never know. Maybe, you'll never sTop... Some happy ending, huh?

When you see her, and your heart stops for a second. Your heart just wants a look, too!

They can only see the jagged rocks that lie before them. They don't know that within them lies a gem. They will never understand the worth beneath the brim, But don't worry about their words when your smile begins church hymns. You never know what the treasure is without opening the chest. You can't know the beauty of the nation without traveling east to west, So climb the tallest mountain's very tallest tree and smile for you are blessed. He can't call you worthless because he doesn't see your past, She can't say you're weak when you're furthest from the last, You can't know your limits without first going passed, And if you keep going, You'll see who you will surpass.

I'm going to sleep, After I weep, I'll fall into my desires, Like a descent into hell fires. Do not await my wake, Because no matter how much I ache, I intend on descending completely, No matter how scared I may be. When I finally reach the ground, It'll be time to jump from the round, For I want to shoot passed Luna's mari, Toward the shining Proxima Centauri.

It's time to take the stage For the act of the age! The strings are set and bowing As the winds are hard at blowing! The mallets pound the chimes With the snare drums keeping time! The conductor bows and turns For an ensemble that deeply yearns! Miraculous sounds steal the stage, The notes! They really jump off the page! Orchestral sounds so lively and vivid, The sheer iridescence shall leave one livid. O! The aches! The horror! The sobs! As the dissonance makes your heart throb! You cringe at every piercing chord, Until they resolve into their heavenly hordes! The fanfaren finale finally takes flight! As the brass aggressively plays soaring and bright! The strings saw their finally racing runs, 'Til alas! The heartbreak of a phenomenon finally done.