"Forever Mine"

Have you ever just seen the hurt within
The depths of someone's eyes that
Was just so deep that it could
Cut straight through you?

As their body language begins to
Decrease and the tears increase
It leaves you asking yourself
"What are we doing?" well, with
Love, I haven't had much practice
The one's before you were just a
Waste of time or even a distraction

This thing we got is crazy I lay up
All night loosing sleep over you
I drive myself crazy thinking
About my baby, because you
Constantly loved me in a special
Way that made the butterflies
In my stomach become active

But, I am not going away
You will always be my baby
The thought of you being gone
From my presence or even my
Life forever is just like me grasping
For the breath of life, waiting for
The doctors to wake me up from a
Dream that has turned into a reality

"What is Hope"

You never said I wasn't good enough

You would always tell me to

Keep my head held high and

Look beneath the depths of the sky

For what you call a lesson, but yet

I just look for hope and understanding

Shit, what is the meaning of hope anymore?

To me hope is and always will be

The substance of things unseen

What I call hope, is the way Christ was being

Crucified when he died on the cross for my sins

I guess you could call me crazy when I thought

Finding hope was within YOU, but yet

I realize the devil has mistaken my body

As a chimney for a playground

While I wrestle within the demons

Inside of me for inner peace, but

Depression just continues to

Take over me, but then you came

Along and I trusted everything in you

I thought just maybe, just maybe

You were the hope, the answer, the glue

To tie all my pieces together

That is, until you showed me

Your true colors

To the point where I would just keep getting

A battle scar on my heart and the

More I stitch it up the worst the pain

Will burst and fall through, but no matter

How many times I tell you the depths of the hurt

You'll never care fast enough to catch the pieces

Of my heart before they shatter as they hit the floor

One by one, yet piece by piece

While the blood spatter turns into a

Quick sand to devour your body

because you never took care of mine

And yet I still question, what is hope?

What Is left of me to give unto others?

Am I worth the risk?

What is hope?

No matter how many times I lay

In my bed at night and cry 

Was my existence even designed

To stand a chance?

The bruises on my body would tell me

I am worthless little piece of art

That bows out of pretty