A small child passed me by once

A child I never seen

Yet I knew what she was thinking

Of the dreams of being something special, which she'll never be

She held a faded picture of someone

In frail hands with purple polished nails

My eyes became fixed on her and it would not let her go

She noticed my straing and glanced back at me.

Her blue eyes told me the story of her unkind past

And it told me of her now destroyed future.

I wanted to ask her who was the photo of

But I decided it was better for me not to know

As she turned and walked away

To where this person now, in peace, laid.

Shallow

All my life I have been using makeup

To cover this certian hole inside me.

I've been called beautiful

I've been the desire of many men.

But even thought my hair shined,

My skin glowed,

And my cheeks blushed,

I still felt ugly inside

And I have yet to find a makeup to cover that up.

The Friend Which I Lost

So

After twelve years I've known you

Here I stand

With a Bouquet of flowers

Looking, Just staring at the tombstone with your name on it

It had beautifully etched vines.

You were my friend once

We were so close, we even shared the same name

But yet were were diffrent

I was the rebel. You were the pink and lace.

I was the legos and blocks,you were the barbie dolls and dresses

You were out dating ,I was out playing soccer.Both of us only 14

But you were me and I was you

Now my half is gone

And I swear

When you took your second to last breath,I took my last

When you blinked for the last time, my eyes were already closed

Because when you were dying, I was alredy dead.

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