Star Lit WaitTo wait and watch stars go by,For a time I can be with thy,You're the one that is in my heart,Though we may be far apart,Your face looms within my dreams,A light of comfort with shallow beams,Then awakening in an unwanted place,Unable to see your beautiful face,Incapable of being in your grace,Unable to feel your sweet embrace,Spending the days replaying preoucious memories,Try to find a cure with love sick remidies,Paitince is the key,By why does that have to be,Its hard to be away,Harder to awaken each day,But you are worth it,Even if you wont admit.-Zandra Owens (c)June 25, 2009
Tales of the heartWHY are YOU so SAD?SHOULDN'T you be GLAD?After all YOU are LOVE?SO shouldn't you feel LIGHT as a DOVE?Then again how could YOU CARE for ONE?After half the things YOU have DONE.TRYING to be DIFFERENT when there's NO NEED,Not even when your TRYING to PLEASE.Your PERFECT the way YOU ARE,I've met NO ONE like YOU so FAR,I always TELL YOU THIS,But you say "IGNORANCE IS BLISS"YOUR NEVER willing to BELIEVE,Not even in ME,Though you know I COULD NEVER HURT YOU,No matter the things YOU DO,But YOU keep FORGETTING one THING,I LOVE YOU now dosen't that have a nice ring.
nightmaresA beating heart,Alone in the dark,Counting shadows and fears,Fighting the screams and tears,Till I awaken at dawn,With a single yawn,"Just a dream" i sigh,While the time ticks by,Eyes grow heavy,Though your not ready,Nightmares take control,Just want to hide like a mole,Why is there no peace in sleep?Why am I falling down so deep?Spiral, spiral, spiraling away,Will I awaken the next day?
Am i dreaming?Lost in a dream i can't wake up from,Or do i just fear for it to be done?But why should I?After all i like watching the world go by.Though there is one thing i would regret;In reality there are to many people i wish i haven't met.For i like the quite peaceful times of you and I,No irritating interruptions of other s going by.And there is no terror or no fear here,though if there was you would make it disappear.But then again this is all a dreamOr maybe its just the end of my sanity and its pathetic gleam.
The lost childShe was the one that was beat down,She was the one who was lied to,She was the one no one cared for,Whispers of lies,Whispers of rumors,Whispers of hatred,No one is there,No one cares,No one needs you,Your worthless,Your nothing more then a waste of existence,Your a freak,They're wrong.All you needed was a friend,All you need is that one person to be there till the end,All you need was that one person to talk to, to love,to be there,Without that one person the girl was lost,Without you think hate, think escape, think suicide,Without you just keep praying for the end,With that one person you are stronger then them,With that one person the possibility are end less,With that one person you can do almost anything for today, tomorrow, and forever,So is it I who is the girl or is it you?So is it I who is the friend or where you mine?So will you be there for me just as I always will be for you?