Breakthrough

I think I wish there was a way to breath the life back into you
But I've  found a sacrifice is always necessary

The good kings are always killed so early and the evil are left to rule
I uses to think who I am was hereditary

But I've found that I am something completely new
Wondering if giving you all my life is something honorary

Would it kill me to give everything to you
Or just seeing you in a graveyard permanently

These thoughts are the only thing I have to breakthrough
That my time here is only temporary

M.A.A

Somewhere

You have gotten used to always watching the clock
But she is dancing with the stars in her hair

People say she is crazy for the way she walks
But the way she smiles is beautifully rare

So think twice before you mock her
And maybe one day try to sit down with her and you'll start to stare

Believe me she is not at all lost except maybe in thought
Because she has no sense of time in her wonderful somewhere

Listen to the way she talks
And you'll learn through her riddles and tales
That living in the stars is better then living anywhere

M.A.A

Essence of Who i Am

I wish there was something I could write to make someone's day
To make them want to turn their life around and go the other way

I wish I could write something to make someone smile
So they would share it with others and light up the world for just a little while

I wish I could write something that would give someone chills
The same craving that all you can do is feel

I wish I could write something that would change someone's mind
Help them make the decision that it wasn't their time

But all I've ever written are little stories from my brain
Showing the essence of who I am and making me write out my pain

And once I've shared my stories I feel a little happier,
Hoping that maybe for just one person it will do the same

M.A.A

2am

I'm a little bit of 2am and 11pm
Both bringing out a different side
Starting off so sad yet so caught up in the world sleeping.
Feeling your heart strings pulled at the ones who are who are still up aching.
Or loving.

So tired and yet restlessly awake
I wish there wasn't a part of me that was this alone
And yet again sometimes the only way to learn to love, is yourself,
At 2am.
Smiling at the shooting stars, searching the sky, out the window you call home.

M.A.A