You're an amazing listener, Someone who can hold a conversation for hours, Without tipping the conversation towards yourself. You're great at shelving the feelings that bubble up in your gut, Like "help," "those words stung," and "gee, does my experience matter at all?" Anger you're a master at compartmentalizing, You might hardly know it's there inside. Tuck that frustration away, it's someone else's day - you say. Over time your gleaming effigy of grace is etched away Into muted nods, tired smiles, dulled eyes. You pour and pour from the well of your heartfelt understanding Until you hit rocky mud at the bottom. Even then, you still try. You're capable of despising yourself for taking the limelight, You second guess yourself when it's your turn to shine. Maybe these feelings aren't mine, you wonder. Maybe what I think isn't as important, you reflexively opine. What if I speak out of turn? What if someone else has it worse than me? You give endless permission for others to
In the quietude of midnight, when stars hang like lanterns in the celestial tapestry, I seek the language of the void. The moon, a silver coin tossed across the cosmic expanse, whispers secrets to the wind. Its craters, ancient scars, tell tales of forgotten gods. I walk barefoot on dew-kissed grass, my mortal feet tracing patterns of constellations long extinct. The night sky, an inkwell spilled, holds the musings of eternity. I ask the stars: “Are we but stardust dreaming? Do we carry the echoes of distant quasars in our bones?” The silence answers, a cosmic sigh woven into existence. I am both particle and wave, observer and observed, a fleeting spark in the cosmic dance. The black holes yawn, hungry for knowledge, swallowing light and time. I stretch my arms toward infinity, grasping at the edges of existence. Perhaps the answers lie in the spaces between atoms, in the resonance of pulsars, in the curvature of spacetime. Or perhaps they elude us, forever dancing just beyond
I have learn to let go Instead of holding on so long I have learn to grow I have learn how to be strong I want to sing my own song I have learn to change First it was very strange I have learn to be wise Everyday is a new surprise I have learn how to live I have learn how to forgive I have learn how to be right I have learn how to fight I have learn how to be kind I have learn how to work with my mind I have learn how to leave it behind I have learn how I special things always find Sometimes things come easy sometimes not Often I take a photo and it is my best shot I'm not a fast learner oh God no But no matter how I can and will grow I'm maybe a thinker and a dreamer too But I will learn how to see the wrong in right In everything I will always do Yeah that is from me always the best side That my dear is oh so very true Jill
Sometimes all I want is silence in mind Many memories I always gonna find I let them go and feeling again alright Memories let me always fight Between the heart and my mind I want to leave memories behind Sometimes the memory hurts Sometimes for that I have no words Special people are always going away I know people never ever stay Only deep inside a wandering heart Memories stay always a special part The people I thought they were forever Those I never see them again no never Only maybe within a deep going memory Deep inside I know they are not meant for me Music do I always love to see Music and maybe a hidden memory Sometimes they give only pain to me Because so many more is a memory Jill
Knowing me or knowing you Knowing the whole world too Make this Earth a better place With a smile upon my face Hopeful I start to talk In happiness I start another walk Colorful experiences today Maybe sorrowful sadness tomorrow Lessons on Earth make me say There will be always lonely sorrow It doesn't matter where I will be It doesn't matter in what form I see Your face again very soon Because I'm happy yeah I'm free Longing to meet you in the afternoon Sometimes I know the world can wait Sometimes yeah often love will create Many new front doors for all of us today So I know yeah I know I find my own way { Jill }
That is how I see life That is how I see Every Decision ever made Nothing but an Impulse Let me think about it When the decision has already been made I know I’m wrong I know that people do plan I know that they weigh pros and cons Find alternatives and deliberate But for me Every Decision I ever made Was nothing more than an Impulse
that one voice that's against the rest, a quiet whisper in a room of noise, I don't live for honor, or a hope of a brighter tomorrow I live for her honest smile, the warmth in your eyes, his belly chuckle I need nothing more.
make me into your perfect girl I'll be anything you want me to be say the word underneath this mask is nothing but an illusion of your faith and you know it.