Devils Child

People ask me what's wrong with me
But I don't really know.
My heart, it cries to me.
Weeps so gently.
This isn't the feeling of happiness,
no trace of a smile.
The birds sing around me,
the saddest song.
The sweetest melody,
yet your eyes tear over.
Why I think like this,
do not ask.
They say I am dull;
but I am truley unique,
because in the end
I'm the only girl to feel this way.
This pain.
This hurt.
It tortures me.
If I do say so myself. . .
I'm the Devils child.

11:11 wish

Here it goes,
60 seconds for my dream to come true
The chances are one in a million.
But in my heart,
I know it will come true.

I look up at the stars
And take a deep breath
And under my breath,
I murmur my wish.
And hope for a dream.

There are rules to these wishes:
Like you can't tell anyone.
But I'm going to take my chances.
My wish
My one only 11:11 wish. . .

Is you.

You Need Hands to Hold a Heart

Cradle it, oh so gently. Remember it's very fragile.

Like glass you can break it, oh so easily it can crash.

Hold it up to your heart. Listen to the synchronized melody.

Sing to it. Find the key and open it.

And most of all, just hold onto it.

You need hands to hold a heart. <3

The Night

The Night, it falls around me

calling to the shadows.

The Night, it reaches its hands out for me,

creeping up and down the hallway.

Oh the suspense.

The Night is calling its demons

to drag me down to the depths of Hell.

The Night.

The wind whispers to me.

The Night is at my window,

slowly creeping in.

The Night enters my thoughts, my dreams, my head.

Making me evil.

Now I'm a part of. . .

The Night.