Copper colored pennies
Rusty yet they still shine bright in the light
Just like your soul
You poor weary traveler
Polish your perception
Notice the little things
Appreciate what usually can't be seen
Oh don't you know
That the best things
Are usually appreciated with the heart
You might not see them
Oh but you can feel them
And the things that are truly gold
They never lose their shine
Your smile can still light up
A whole room
Your touch can still fill me with passion
And make me feel alive
Your kisses still taste like the first time....
I love you
And with that eternal love in your heart
And in your eyes
That glisten when I look into them
I want you to be forever mine
You're a real gem
Your beauty still finds a way
To break through
And with every glance
A piercing blue
A smile so true
Even the birds think so too
As they sing for me and you
Like they did on the first day we met
She never stopped to truly appreciate things
So that time fled past her
And good things got away
She never mourned the last light of day
For she's become used to waking up
Wasting time
Seems to be part of her daily routine
Skipping along the tracks of time
Humming a merry tune
As she leads herself to her own demise
But never truly finding what makes her happy
She's a lost soul
Too blind
Too preocupied
With unimportant things
To realize
What she's missing out on
Every day is a chance
But every day that passes
Is a chance lost
Laying there
On her bed
Watching mindless shows
That only seem to perpetuate
Her ignorance
She rolls over during a commercial break
And starts to play with the hourglass
Beside her bed
Not realizing something good
When it's right in front of you
Instead of trying to find herself
She loses herself more
Twirling and dancing along
With the flow of life
Not caring
Like she should
Not caring
For what she should....
Watching the grains of sand
Run through
She's mesmerized
Like a fool
Hypnotized
Every day is a repetition
A static scene
Of her stagnant life
She's running
But never knowing where
Moving
Yet not really getting anywhere
Can't even tell North from South
She even has trouble guiding herself home
Because maybe she seemingly has one
But in reality it's only the illusion of a home
Walls aren't what make a true home
They are merely shelter
A real home is when you feel
Like you belong
Somewhere
And she never seems to
Well she never seems to search further
Than the surface
Oversees important details
Things that would help her realize....
Things that could guide her home
But she's too far lost
In a sea of her own
Stranded on her own island
She has confined herself on
Like living trapped in a maze
Running around
Yet never finding an escape
Maybe death will be
Your only escape
It's truly a tragedy
Don't fall into society's trap
They want you to be as brainwashed
As you are
Sweet naive child
If I could help you open your eyes
I would
But I couldn't help you
And I don't think you even want to be helped
Living in denial
Living in a spiral
Falling down
Deeper and deeper
Every day
Grab ahold
Of your life
Take charge
I know you can do it
I saw you at your worst
And I still believed in you....
I never lost hope for you
And even though you hurt me
You're still as beautiful as ever
That I can't deny
Such a beautiful lie
Bitter sweet beat
Accompanying your every movement
You are a melancholy melody
Playing a song that no one can understand
Not even yourself
A symphony of destruction....
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