Let’s follow this through
Everything’s waiting
Hide not your love, dear
Let the gales and winds show your tears
For I am one, as well
Whose heart is an empty shell
Distraught; I may be
Yet we all have adverse tendencies.
Soft on the outside, hard within
My wonted personalities are opposite
A smiling face, bubbles and laughs
Yet on the inside, an abhorrent gash.
For all these people are hoaxes, frauds, and shams
And I can’t help but notice everyones “cants”
He can’t do it, but he tries so hard
To fit in with the crowd, he’s sure he’ll make it far.
To fake what he fails to own, and hide what he holds
Just to make people think he’s normal, instead of bold.
And she plasters a smile, splits her side at a dumb jest
When she can’t understand the humor in it like all of the rest.
And I, I myself, pretend to love
When my mind forces me to look above;
Above the faces, the fun and the laughs
Into the realm of the negatives, where I formed this gash
A hole deep within that shows me exactly where they’re fake
Why I should dislike them, why I shouldn’t let myself relate.
Curiosity killed the cat, and intelligence killed this one
For now I can’t see past what makes a good person, a bad one.
So my dear, hide not your love
Let it shine for the real stars above
For it’s a fact, not a parental saying, it will let you free,
That people will love you for the person you were born to be.
Remember me? You might, vaguely. You used to send me pictures and songs about campfires and young love, after that one week. That one week. We gradually stopped talking around December, but I’ve got something to tell you. You’re still on my mind. Sometimes I’ll go for weeks without thinking about you, but somehow there will be a memory, a dream, or a reminder that will jolt my brain back to thoughts of you. Have there been others? Of course. Multiple. I’ve got to confess though- You were still underlaying all of my thoughts and actions with the others. It was terrible to do that, I know, but I couldn’t help it. And I cut all of those relations off quickly. The sad part is, you’re always there with me, but am I always there with you? Do you ever think about me? Have you, once, since November? I can’t ask these questions, I can’t get answers. You’re still here. But you haven’t come back. I’m confused and I just need some answers. You’re different. I know I’m fickle and stupid, but doesn’t this contradict all of those statements? Haven’t I tolerated anyone else for a maximum of what, four months? Again, obviously, this is different. I need some clarification and help. But I just can’t ask for it. I wish I had asked you one thing at the end of that week. I wish i has asked you to remember me.
They never returned,
The five that left
Their memories burnt,
Their lives in theft
The journey they took
Was one of circumstance
They never chose to look
Or consider their chance.
For the five that left were too merciful and kind
To ever shake any kind of mind
Satchels stuffed, them tanned and bright eyed
“We’ll be back in a week”
They were, but not their lives
For the saying “kill them with kindness”
Can only go so far
For the bright-eyed youthful
To survive the scars
A gust with their lives on a palm beach in May
Their bodies gone, but spirits remain
Are we all not so foolish to be never kind?
Were the innocent five out of their minds?
The world is too cruel, too much in dismay
For the poor five to learn not to obey
“Don’t listen to your parents, your parents can’t teach us, all they ever left was a world in a mess”
To make this point seems to bring utter concern
After thinking of the five that never returned
