Hearts Live Lives

A bitter heart tastes better when it's your own. 

Being blind is easy when it comes to weaknesses. 

"I don't have any blemishes but I can point out many flaws in other people."-Me. Sorry.

We all get bitter hearted but that doesn't mean that we need to be blinded.

See around you.

See that we are not just faces but living souls,

Because out there the world judges with an iron mallet.

Instead of holding hands we bare arms.

Love is not meant to be said but to be felt.

Like a tattoo let "LOVE" be written on ours hearts.

Say something nicer than, "ugly."

Those who say otherwise I say this, "THEY ARE WRONG."

Sure we have broken bones & broken souls but we aren't giving up!

It is time to be lovers underneath covers.

For war never had a friend. 

And we have to believe that the world is wrong.

But when we try to yell & no one chooses not to hear, do we make a sound.

Teachers ask of what we want to be but neglect of what we say.

As though we need to become what we are not.

Now I never tell what I truly want to be,

For I don't want to be nothing.

My dreams got called names too.

Silly. Stupid. Pointless.

There is something inside of you that makes you try to brush off those who tell you to quit.

We have to believe that they are wrong.

For life has to deal less with pain & more to do with love.