Bleeding

I'll never change who I am, I'll always see the good side in people. I might hate myself because of this sometimes, I might want to hit my head against a wall, but I'll never change that. Why should I change for a society that is raised to have different ideas, concepts and ideals? For people that have other priorities and don't have the same perception of good? Or do not see things the way that I do?

Vain

In this world of sorrow and pain,
Who are we to play this game?
What if it is all in vain?
What if we don't feel the same?

Why does the smile of a child fade?
We only grow older and afraid
of the regret that the image we had portrayed
became this sad, forgotten serenade.

Pride might be everything left in our soul
To sustain the fact that once we were hole,
Now we are lost and one part is missing,
It's that child's laughter, once wishing...

for a world without hatred, lies and pain.
So I ask you again - is everything in vain?

The thought of summer.

Waves crashing to the shore,
I sigh and gasp, forevermore.
Why think about it, why regret
When easier it would be to forget.
The sea it screams out for the summer,
like wanting my heart to become warmer...
I've given up the thought of you
But still I linger for what seemed true.
Oh how I wished to walk the shores
you'd be mine and I'd be yours

She could have been the one he adored...

Kiss my shoulder, kiss my neck
but then again let me forget.
I struggle through this horrid maze
It's cold and lonely through this haze,
I walk with nothing much in sight...
But then again I found the might
to struggle through this, find the light,
Find the hopes and dreams and sighs..
They're out there with the fireflies,
they roam around and play and dance,
in hopes of this beautiful, short romance.

by Alla.