I Should I should be sleeping I should be dreaming But you're all that's on my mind. I should be reading I should be working Yet instead your all I think of. I should be focused I shouldn't be wavering But I'm so lost in your eyes. I shouldn't be laughing I shouldn't be loving Yet you have stolen my heart. I shouldn't be pretending I shouldn't be crying But instead I'm forcing a smile. I should be happy I should feel free Yet instead I'm stranded here. I shouldn't be lying I shouldn't be trying But here I stand again. I should be done I should be gone. Yet I just can't seem to leave. You should be grateful You should feel special But I know you don't.

Summer Memory I cannot wait until winter ends. The cold makes my heart bend. Summer sadly had to go away. And no amount of begging could make it stay. But I'll always have my amazing memory. They always will show harmony. As the long months drag on by. I'll think of you and sigh. I'll wish upon every star I see. Waiting for summer to come to me. And once I feel the grass beneath my feet. The water that makes me feel complete. I'll know that everything is once again right. And I'll finally be able to sleep at night.

Colours Of My World Red for love and pain. Blue for creativity and knowledge to gain. Yellow as a simple reminder. Green is for envy, I must remember. Purple is for joy departed. Aqua for those left broken hearted. Black for magic of the night. And these are the colours of my world that feel right.

Within My Dreams I See Within my dreams I see, beautiful eyes the perfect shade of green. I see a complexion, I consider pure perfection. I hear a voice that is like gold, and when directed at me, is never cold. I smell sweetness and glory, and we live our #life like a romance story. I see hair so soft and dark as night. Being with you feels so right. Within my dreams I see lips soft to the touch, and love that is more than enough.

Scars On My Wrist There's a scar on my wrist for every word that you said. There's a thousand thoughts going round in my head. Sometimes I don't know what to do. So I grab the blade and it cuts through. There's a tear running down my face for every secret you kept. But I still know that you sometimes wonder what would happen if we never met. I know that I'd feel blue, Cause I'd miss my shot to be with you. There's worry for every action you commit. You don't understand god damn it! So I sit here staring off into space. Wondering if I'll lose this mental race. There's hatred running through me. I have thoughts of self destruction you see. Maybe I need to get rid of this stupid mental list. And stop making scars on my wrist.