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Never Leaving Ever Changing

Inside every being lies an
everchanging piece of them
it never rests, never tires
reacts to the wonders which surround
ecstacy of the moment
sorrow of the tradtedy
fury of the irritating
curiosity of the unexplained
terror of the theatening
selflessness of adoration
it causes one to understand
the motions that the pendulum
will swing with the pattern of time
until the moon leaves the sky
and the sun rises once more
even in times where
hope to the future
dissapears from the keeper
of all these wonderful things
the glimmer of a star with
perserverance to a goal
to become a star that causes
hope to the future
will bring it back
tho the one who'd lost it
making them understand the last one
fufillment that comes
from achieving what you're destined to

From Long Ago

On the outside nothing shows
The same gaze as an ancient photo
no matter who stares into it
wondering about the one immortalized
its expression will never change
it always keeps the smile
Which they were told to never lose
By the keeper of the being
One will never know
What lied on the inside
Ever since it was stuck in time
By the one who pressed the button
One will never know
what was going through the heart
what the mind and soul believed
the emotion is locked into place
wheither it had been a smile
or hidden beneath the surface
it was truly a cry of despair
its all hidden behind the faded paper

Black Rose

tell me your tale
what came to this day
where you stand in the rain
alone and concealed behind
the color of mourning the past
was it love betrayed
was it dreams destroyed
was it too late to change
something which destroyed
one you cared for from the inside out?
was it sorrow from knowing
you're all locked up
and that you want to just cry
but you dont have a reason
tragic enough for pride to allow
something so weak and foolish?
the thorns on the outside
do they stay to protect
you from the world
or the world from you?
somehow its flawed
that what was once a flower
had been transformed into
this trecherous beauty
dark, unforgiving, representing demise
so you speak for one
whom you believe to have harmed
or do you speak for yourself
whom has been harmed by others?
maybe its both
you think you have done
something terrible to deserve
the punishment bestowed upon
for no real reason at all
maybe we're alike
and now after the fact
its worse because of it
now its obvious that we're damaged
covered in protections we grew
constantly in sorrow of things past
knowing in the end
we'll only use these thorns
and hurt the one person
who wants to nurture and save us?

my questions aren't answered
since a rose is but a rose
and is as silent as
the air without a wind to guide it
and i stand alone
raindrops falling down my cheeks
given by the clouds
in place of my tears