Chelsea Jean

Me? I'm scared of everything.
I'm scared of what I saw.
I'm scared of what I did, who I am.
I'm scared of of walking out of this room, and never feeling
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I believe in the sun
Even when it's not shining
I believe in stars
Even when the dark's not mighty
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Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile,
And finds in your presence that life is worth while,
So when you are lonely, remember this is true:
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Alone


Edgar Allan Poe [1829]
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Joy seems to me
A step beyond happiness-

Happiness is a sort of atmosphere
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I see you, God, in fluffy clouds,
And in the sun's warm glow,
I see You in every dropp of rain,
And every flake of snow,
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A mellow glow illumines the sky
changing the moon to a silver sliver
fading, as the darkness fades-
into a pink-tinged sky.
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Love, like everything in life,
Has its many seasons-
A winter, springtime, summer
And autumn all its own.
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When it's grey and cloudy
And the skies just pour and pour,
Have you ever doubted
That the sun would shine once more?
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
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stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away
My vision is still hazy
From ridding myself this way
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I can't seem to find the words
to say just how I feel
The pain is ever growing
since they put you on that hill
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Scarlet lips as red as a rose,
perfect hips in a seductive pose.
On the outside this is what I may be,
but what about looking at the heart within me.
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A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
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This person you see
describe her to me
What did I do
to offend you?
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Do they really see
Who I can be
Behind the wall
I hide again
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Life without you
Life without love
Life without pain
Life without time to learn your name
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Blissful feeling
No one screaming
Of the pain
Of everyday
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Life is like a flower
Flowing in the breeze,
As a whisper
As a thought
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Love, when it is pure is white,
Like a white rose
But love, like a rose, dies
Turning from white, to grey, to brown,
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