Youthful Dating

All relationships have an end.
You break-up, you die, you marry,
One of the three,
There is no inbetween.
It all ends in death,
but in the meantime, we must love...

To love and have that love
come to an end
Is an unbelievable pain.
To love is to marry and
To be unable to marry so young
leaves us at an uncertain stalemate.

Where is the point in youthful dating
Is it all a game?
Could it ever last?

It gives us someone to love,
Someone to hold,
Someone to break our, oh so delicate, heart.

Is it really worth
All that is endured?

So Close, Yet So Far

What, when you make something of yourself
Will you remember me then
Remember the times I saved your life
The times you saved mine
Without even knowing it
You’ve done so much for me
What can I do for you?
Sure, I’ve helped you when I could
But that’s what friends are for
How can I ever repay you
I want to give you what I can
But not all of me
You ruined that long ago
You really shouldn’t startle people
I love you with all I am
But not to the fullest
Your one of the best friends to me
Yet, I can’t let you get close
Must keep you at a distance
Maybe someday it could be possible
Not today though, I’m hurt and don’t trust
Someday you’ll be gone
It will be okay, I’ll free you
I will miss you greatly
I understand all I can.

Times

Everything is so different
I couldn't see anything changing
But pretty soon nothing was the same

Isn't that how things always go
Nothing can ever stay the same for long
The only thing that doesn't change is the fact things do

What's to be done
When everything is different
And you don't recognize any surroundings

It's not right to bury yourself away from society
Though so many do, only to discover
It doesn't really help

Often things get worse when secluded
Eventually we all must come out
Come out and face the world

Times come and times go, and
I'm not sure if this one is
Coming or going

Change of Course

Now I must find my way
Define a new course in my life
Decide where to go from here

I trust no one to the fullest extent
Am old enough not to have decisions made for me
Yet, not old enough to be given full responsibility

I won't know what to do when I get there
It'll be wonderful to have full charge
Of this thing so loosely called life

Stand

I must stand against every thing
Or I’ll fall and die
Under the trample of friends.

We must not break
If we bend,
We’ll go in half.

They can’t come near
They won’t get close
I won’t stand for it.

So I’ll fall
Fall and die
Under those who were my friends.

Dreaming

I musn't daydream.
I can't let go of myself.
Once I'm gone, I have no control.

I think too much,
Search for answers,
When I can't find them.
I dream them and
Change my life.

It doesn't work.
I only slip farther;
Farther and farther in.

One day I won't come back.
What then?
They'll have to just let me be.
Let me go.
But they won't, they'll at least try.

They'll try to pull me back.
Bring me to consciousness.
Maybe I just won't ever come to.

What of everyone then?
Some will genuinely miss me,
Some will have known,
There will be those too,
Who won't even notice.

Not that that's necessarily bad.
Everyone's entitled to their own opinion,
Of me and my ways.

They will think how I was,
Remember when I changed.
Some will have known I needed help,
Some would never have guessed.
And I would confirm some theories.

But what of me?
That's of them,
How will I be?

Gone.
Gone of this world.
Mentally in the next,
Physically here
Though not responding.

Maybe someday I'll come to,
Find myself a grown adult,
And not sure where to go.

My life, wasted away,
Out of my control,
And also that of others.
Where will I go then?
All because I was dreaming...

His Purpose

Indifference is not an option,
Go with the Godly choice.
If you’re not sure, give it to
God with prayer.
He has a path set out for us.
Ask for guidance and direction.
He will lead you in his way,
If you will only let go and turn it over.
Give it to him and leave it.
He will take it, take it all,
Mend and fix it to his purpose.

Wicked

Something wicked,
this way comes.
I can feel it,
feel it well.
It’s coming, coming,
Can’t you tell?
Inside us all,
it’s there, deep inside,
corrupting each and all.

We can’t escape it.
We can’t hide it.
It’s there for always,
Turning us against each other.

Sometimes we must stop,
stop to pick the gravel out,
out of our eyes.
Thus allowing us to see,
see clearly, what it is we do
to others, thinking only of ourselves.