

Mind over MatterI try to tell myself that there will be no more I've hurt myself by being too shy And they've hurt me by showing no interest I say there'll be no more crushes I'll go on and ignore Love It only ever brings pain anyway But then someone new shows up In my mind my heart is black and unresponsive And in reality it's already growing fond of them I try to pull away and ignore as planned But I'm constantly pulled closer Mind over Matter doesn't work on emotions I stay quiet, too shy to speak anyway TheMind over Matter


Can You See? Can you? Can you see behind this mask? I walk around day by day laughing, having fun, and making friends smile. And that's me. Sometimes I'm scarily hyper, spouting off random nonesense, making noises out of the blue, interrupting a sentence with someting I just saw, then continuing... Can you see the quieter me? The one who sits in class staring at the wall rather than paying attention? The one who would rather stare out a window with a CD player on, thinking, than be around people? The one who daydreams everynight as she falls asleep? Those are me, tooCan You See?


The Little GirlShe's just a child despite how old she may seem She's seen enough of Life to get an "older" sheen She may seem mature on the outside But behind her shell, many a night she's criedThe Little Girl
She gets by on what she knows And fears the places where new grass grows She can manage where it isn't much taller But she dares not go where it could engulf her
The little girl peeks out at the world all the time And sees things she wants, then begins to whine Some of those things are in the taller grass And when they get near, she hides behind her shell's mass
Even when th


What am I to do? What am I to do about the stuff inside my head? The screaming echos of the things my heart wishes to be said, but is too afraid....What am I to do?
Like him so much, deep crush, I want a kiss, to hold, a touch, But can I convince my heart to leave it's crutch?
The words reverberate, echoes of the pain, My heart refuses to believe and hope again, And yet it reaches out to stroke his cheek under this rain...
How can it scream and kick and flail And still wish those plans to fail And be as equally strong
You've returned!! Took you long enough.
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"It's a blessing and a curse that love is blind."
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