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Paige in my world of make-believe |
October 28th, 2006
Black Rose, Red Rose
Black rose in the garden
Black rose on the street
Black rose in my house
Where my poor mother weeps.
Red rose in the backyard
Red rose in the school
Red rose in the garbage can
Where a frail man eats.
Black rose in the alleyway
Black rose in the hall
Black rose in the bedroom
Where I sing a sad song.
Red rose in the library
Red rose in the kitchen
Red rose in the classroom
Where a boy sits alone.
Black rose in the doorway
Black rose in the graveyard
Black rose in the attic
Where all is still and silent.
Red rose in the church
Red rose on my desk
Red rose in my hand
Where all my feelings lie…
YOUR LOVE
You go to school
You act yourself
Though you are scared.
You befriend someone
Who everyone dislikes
Because they are so ‘weird’.
You are put down
For doing the right thing
Or for just being kind.
The kids need love
The school needs love
The world needs love
They need your love…
You go to a near-by place to hang
And happened to wear a shirt
That everyone makes fun of.
You feel put-down
But just turn away
And laugh with them.
You make them all wonder
All about your life
And how you can just push things away.
The kids need love
The hang-out place needs love
The world needs love
They need your love.
You see someone fall
No one helps them up
And you are sad.
You help them to stand
And they give you a smile
As if you’ve just saved their life.
You notice others staring
Some are even laughing
And you know it is because they do not understand.
The kids need love
The people need love
The world needs love
They need your love.
You know how to love
While others don’t
And you can’t understand why.
You want to show others love
And you know how
But others treat you bad for trying.
You want the other people to love
The way that you love others
But they won’t listen.
The kids need love
The people need love
The world needs love
They need your love…
What About You
No one understands,
Maybe I don’t either.
I picture us together in the future,
As lovers or as friend, I’m not so sure.
When I say your name,
My stomach flutters.
When I see your face,
The world around me spins.
When I hear your voice,
It’s like music to my ears.
But then I see our differences,
And put them all together.
I realize we are so far apart,
We could never be put together.
But what about you?
How do you feel about me?
What does your soul tell you?
What does your mind say to you?
What kind of love in your heart do you have,
For me?
See Who I Am
See who I am
A girl walking in the street
Her hair flowing behind her.
See who I was
A girl lonely and sad
Sitting in her room, locked away.
See who I would be
Holding hands with a loving boy
Walking on a beach as the sun sets.
See who I’m not
A girl skipping through the school halls
Wearing sunny and bright summer clothes.
See who I wish I was
A girl in the forest of wild animals
With a boy talking to her gently and loving her.
See who I am
A girl in the alley
Looking like a lonely shadow…
My Special And Secret Place
No one knows where I am
And I want to keep it that way
Because I’m in my special place.
There is a large oak tree I sit under
With a lantern hanging from one of its’ branches
So I can have some light in the darkness
As I write one of my stories.
There is soft, green grass everywhere
And the full moon is high in the sky
And all is quiet except the cricket chirps
And the howls of wolves in the distance.
My dog lays next to me, head on his paws
His gold eyes shine in the darkness
And his fur up against my skin keeps me warm
And his calmness keeps me calm, too.
The wind picks up and the tress begin to sway
My hair blows and I feel the sudden coldness
It is getting late, but still I stay out and write
For me, this is the best time to be away from home.
My parents don’t know where I am, no one does.
I haven’t run away from home, but I’m not at home, either
If I was I’d be sleeping, which I don’t feel like doing
I feel like writing, writing in my special place.
A place where no one knows about
A place where all is calm and peaceful
A place where I can sit and write with my dog
A place where I can let my mind wander without any interruptions.
No one knows where I am
And I want to keep it that way
Because I’m in my secret place…
My Love, My Life
My love
Makes my life
My love
Is my passion for wolves.
My love
Keeps me going
My love
Gives me strength to go on.
My love
Is powerful
My love
Is my belief in God.
My love
Is in my heart
My love
Belongs to you.
My love
Is still unknown
My love
Will someday be you…
My Love
What is Love to me?
It is when someone cares
It is when someone compliments me
It is when someone says they like me.
What is Love to me?
It is when someone will kiss me and mean it for once
It is when someone will stand up and protect me
It is when someone will say to your face “I Love You”.
What is Love to me?
It is when I care for someone
It is when I compliment someone
It is when I say I like someone.
What is Love to me?
It is when I kiss someone and actually mean it
It is when I stand up and protect someone
It is when I say “I Love You”…
That is what MY kind of Love is……
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