He broke her heart

She's fifteen years old, and experienced love,
she's been hurt more than she can count,
and been disgraced.

Shes been teased, made fun of, and called every name,
she's old enough to know, its never a game.
She fell in love with a man four years her age,
she feel so deeply, so pathetically, and he made her pay.

He took her heart and broke it,
he took her soul and shattered it,
he took her smile and bent it,
He took her laugh and made it vanish.

She no longer smiles, no longer laughs,
just sits in the corner, thinking about the past,
to when she could just sing and dance,
when she had a full heart, and a soul to match.

But now all she can do is cry and cut,
watch as her blood drops to the floor,
See her vision start to fade,
As she whispers his name.

Laying upon the floor, knife from her hand, now
lay by the door,
she lays there, for a second or more,
and remembers life when he was there,
before he left her, for another.

"Honey, I'm home!" he'd call,
and she'd run to him, laughing so hard,
"Baby, I missed you!" she'd kiss him,
and he'd return her kiss and he hugged her,
so tight, so close, always closer
than before.

Now her eyes are bright,
bright with memories,
seeing herself fight with her parents,
seeing herself fight with her lover,
seeing herself doing things she shouldn't have,
oh she has so much to regret,
and no way to make it up.

Suddenly, her eyes go dull,
as her body begins to go cold,
her eyes are now, slowly starting to close,
as her blood runs on the floor.

On her gravestone, it read:
Here lays Elizabeth, with heart of gold,
she loved everyone, man and animal.
But to one man, her heart she gave,
and he hurt her so badly, shes in the grave.
Let the angel who lies here, rest in peace,
Because no one deserves it more than she,
the dear.

- Misty-Day Elizabeth

No ones there

No one's there for me when I'm down
No one's there because they all left town
No one's there to cheer me when I frown
And no one's there to help me when I drown

I hate being lonely in a world so old
Because I have no one to hold
Because here is so cold
and here there is no gold

In this world I live in
Everything spins
There's no way I can begin
And there's no way I can win

I need help from someone I knew
Because I really don't have a clue
I need help on how to
Escape this world I'm into

Help me escape this world that doesn't exist
And please do help me resist
I am already dizzy in this fucking twist
And I already have a cut on my wrist

When everything turns the other way
And the clouds turns to gray
Help me to get away
Because I am very tired to play...

- Arianne Pulma

Memory

Memory is a part of me
Memories you want to see
Memories from before
Memories you left outside my door
Your chestnut hair
Your melting stare
Your green colored eyes
The memories I have inside
Your cute smile
Our precious time
The night without lights
The memories I kept alive
The memories in the past
The memories that will last
The memories I have
Is from someone I love!

- Arianne Pulma

Your with her

And for awhile, I was convinced,
that you loved me, no body else.
Now I'm hurting, and cry,
while your with her, tonight.

Oh, the tears keep falling, they never stop,
and your with her after the moon comes up,
and as I cry, holding my pillow tight,
I know your with her, tonight.

So I sing this song, on my broken guitar,
as I cry, and plead, baby come back to me,
I know you won't be back, to say sorry,
I know you won't be mine again,
because you never cared, didn't love me.

Our precious love story, has come to an end,
You found someone else, to replace me in your heart,
while mine is broken and cracked,
while bleeds to our love song,
gone so wrong.

Oh baby, I'm not gonna beg, I'm not gonna plead,
cause I know you don't love me anymore,
So tonight while you hold her,
I will be lonely, in the moonlight,
singing a song, while my heart slowly dies.

- Misty-Day Elizabeth

Demain

Demain, j’irai ramasser des pétales de pluie
Un à un, sur des branches engourdies
Qui agitent leur espoir coloré
Au gré des brises odorantes.

Je les recueillerai, émerveillé,
De leur grâce légère et éphémère,
Les déposerai, encore craintifs et endormis,
Sur une plume de soie chantante.

Puis, je les contemplerai, ému
Prêtant l’oreille à leurs rires d’eau,
Avant qu’ils ne s’éparpillent
Emportés par le souffle de leurs émotions.

Demain, j’irai cueillir des pétales de pluie
Les rassemblerai sur une branche engourdie
Qui tressaille, encore assoupie
Des frissons de l’aube endormie.

- Pièrre Moine

Night for us

The night was made for romance.
In the night our two hearts dance.
Under the stars our lips touch.
In the garden your embrace means so much.

The night was made for love.
Our hearts cooing like a white dove.
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.
I love you darling with all my might.

The night was made for caring and trust.
And darling, God made this night for us.

- Lamar Cole