nova's blog: "my lullaby"

its christmas morning, i dont want any gifts.if you gotta give me something then baby, give me your lips.the only thing i long for, is to see you smile,and for that one thing, id walk a million miles. and i know, its not my time, its not fair, why cant happiness be mine. i feel so lonely, all of the time.because it feels like you're leaving me behind. just for once id like you to say,whats on your heart, if you care in anyway.am i a fool because im in love with you? or am i a tool thats only use it to be used? and i know its not my time. its not fair why cant happiness be mine. all i wanted, was alittle time. to get to know,the real you inside.im trying so hard to understand,your point of view,and where you stand.it seems as if im going to be broken again,twice broken is too much, i just wish you'd take my hand. and i know its not my time, its not fair, why cant happiness be mine.and i know its not my time, its not fair, why cant happiness be mine. (keep in mind, this poem has nothing to do with me. i wrote it for a friend who needed closure)

its fascinating how the blood drips from fingers onto the floor. its the little things that make it worth it.the serated blade penetrates her skin, dhe feels a rush of pain, and warm welcoming. the blade slid through her flesh as an eel does the sea. without hesitation. the sweet taste of destruction, waces of impurity wash away the memories.she keeps falling off this straight and narrow line. the calm embrace of a sedated mind.temulent temptress,foolish and vacant, the crimson droplets seem more like tears, after it's done and over with, shes left with immortal impurity, eternal emptiness.

what is there left to say,your minds made up today, id just be wasting all my breath on you.to make you understand what is right in front of you, i think you can see what i mean. so please look up, and take this in and see it, turn your life around. thats all i want for you, is to live, to actually live. and you cant stop thinking about if he exists, cause he exists, yes what i say is true is it in my head or am i missing it, you still have to choose, have to choose. so please look up, and take it in and see it, turn your life artound, thats all i want for you, is to live,to actually live. im not one for speaking but,my heart is crying out.and the fire in your heart is burning now more than ever before, can you feel it? you know it wont go away. wait!..........wait!.......... so please look up ,and take this in and see it turn your life around, thats all i want for you, is to live, to actually live. so please look up, and take this in and see it, turn your life around, thats all i want for you, is to live, to actually live!

shes flying on broken wings,the fallen angel speaks.she said here i am, alone again,and their i go, flying against the wind. the angel outs here hand, upon my head,she said i have no need to fear,she said she clipped her wings, and that there bleeding for me,so here i am, alone again,and their i go, flying against the wind. so here i am, alone again,and their i go,flying against the wind.so here i am, alone again,and their i go,flying against the wind. the angel held my head, when i was thinking of death,she said she wants to take my pain.but i wouldnt let her do it today,because it was my fight yesterday,im not strong enough, but its still my fight. so here i am, alone again,and their i go, flying against the wind.so here i am, alone again,and their i go, flying against the wind.so here i am, alone again,and their i go, flying against the wind.

i hate you is all they ever said, maybe they'll love me when i'm dead. everytime i look inside, all of they're hearts, i hide my eyes. someday i will lift my head, to stand there strong, without a fret. that day seems gone, impossible to reach, its always tomarrow, or the start of next week. its never right now, or in a few seconds, its always my never, my never never ends.

wet kiss....sweet breath......long stares.....you're not there. false smile......fake laugh.....thousand miles.....to get back.... long walk....no waiting.....first thought....hesitating........ things i say....the things i do.....everything i've done.....to be with you. so here are....my words to start....from my lips.....to your heart.... i hope you listen....to the words i say....because they're my last....to you anyways. my eyes cry rivers that will not run, i hope you know how much you've done.

everyday that we grow older, we're dying.nothing was wrong with this girl she just fealt like crying.some people see her crying and then start prying,prying so much, it often seems like spying. instead of prying or spying, they should've been praying,they make there own conclusions and start displaying.they should've been praying for all of the stuff they've been saying.instead they are talking about this girl, desicrating. some people dont know they are doing wrong,some people dont know that they've been wrong all along. there was this man that should not have been dating.his wife was at home taking care of the baby,his loyalty to his wife, it's so disgracing,she stayed up all night, worrying, waiting. some people dont know they are doing wrong,some people dont know that they've been wrong all along. he walked through the door in the morning at 5:18,his excuse was that hes been working alot lately.its obvious that hes been lying blatantly,but she denies it, because she wants her baby to have a family.a family. some people dont know they are doing wrong,some people dont know that they've been wrong all along.some people dont know they are doing wrong,some people dont know that they've been wrong all along.

eye know whats going on, you keep dragging me down,down to the pits. pick up your crosses they say, but theirs are still in there closets, hypocrites! eye preach perfection, though i am not perfect, my white cloak is corrupted, i need to be cleansed. my soul is drawn away, afraid of after its all over, afraid of everything before, to come back to haunt me, life of agony, a life of fear, all of this, over a single solid tear. frozen on this cold heart of hate, the air outside is warm, but its cold inside, my walls, they come down, only to bury me in my own rubble, my regrets. my life sits on the edge of a blade, one wrong move, i could throw it all away. a shove in the right, direction just might, set me apart from those who depart, from this world, without ever knowing, what they were worth, or what life was for. to be unknown, by this world, is the thought, that leaves me in turmoil. you say your words, with a silver tongue, slightly too forked,for my heart to feel numb. some say words dont cause pain, after said enough, they hurt everyday. so this is my childrens lullaby, to warn them of the world that they wont survive.