P.O.P A depiction of words that are left unsaid, I cower behind this magical ten, That has lips, that can speak, that can carve its way through, Every man, every girl and all children too. And no matter how long for it hasn't been used, It's powers are felt from the greens to the blues, Analytical reasoning noted neatly with time, A feeling, a heartthrob, jotted down on the line. With the pendulum swing we desert ink and quill, For robots, machines, made from plastic and steel, But for all we are helpless to travel within, The power that comes from just holding a pen.

I'll Hold You I think of all the times I've longed, Of all the times I've been too strong, Being chewed up and spat back out, To the songs of angels in a world of doubt. And I don't want you to have to hide, Sheltering behind your pride, To afraid to feel again, To watch as you lose another friend. Don't lose your shine the way I did, Don't protect your flame beneath a lid, 'cause your flame needs air to stay alive, Trust, through your fright you'll watch it die. Let me nurse your light now she's gone, Don't you panic and see a con, With your tears she's drowned your trust, I will hold your heart and stop the rust. Put your faith in someone real, I beg to save what I can feel, Is good and kind and strong and whole, And should live eternally inside your soul.

Black And White I just wanted them to care as much as me. All of them, one of them, to care for me like I did them. Ever since I was a child I watched over, and cared for all those around me (as I had done my mother for so many years). I hoped they knew they could come to me, I hoped the hard shell didn't put them off. It was only there, here, for protection; more to stop me leaking out then stopping others getting in.