A Cry From A Girls' Heart

Her heart breaks with every beat,
her head spins with every thought,
yet she stands up,
she looks up,
and lives each day as if all is well.

She retires to bed with a headache
because of all the burdening
thoughts of the day just spent.
She smiles as she says "goodnight"
to her loved ones,
yet her insides are broken.

She wakes up with a big smile on her face,
she tries desperately to hide the pain,
bouncing into the kitchen with glowing cheeks,
this one has mastered the art of hiding her loneliness.
Many see the bubbly beautiful young woman,
but the mirror, oh the mirror shows her true self.

She spends her days in open spaces,
she lives afraid of her own dark shadow.
She lives her days hiding in a cluster
of faceless people,
afraid of what might happen if she's alone.
She follows the line,
living as the world expects,
but her heart is troubled,
broken into pieces.

Her head boils with every thump,
her sorrow worsens with every stomp.
Yet she gets up, she holds on,
and starts each day with a smile.

The Time Of The Moon

And there he was, standing silently alone,
His heart beating as he watched it fade away.
A light that had brightened his days,
Sinking into the merciless clouds.
An inch, he clung to it, a drop he held for life.
And there he was, standing greeting the dark,
Convinced happiness was forever gone.


He stood with a heart torn to pieces,
Wondering what comes after it fades.
He counted, yes he stood there counting.
Each number ripped a piece of him,
Each tick, each tock, each passing minute.
He stood, he watched, he braced himself.


An emptiness overcame him, love lost,
It has a way of gripping and shaking a heart.
There in the shadows, no sound could be heart,
Still he stood, thinking what comes next.
He was shattered, your grave was still new.
He was broken, your scent ever so fresh.
The sun had vanished, his hurt remained.
That is why he stood there waiting.


He saw something in the distance, bright.
He watched, his bleeding heart wide open.
And as the light got brighter he felt it.
He lifted his head, he held it high.
His fear subsided, hurt turned to hope.
New beginnings, he found new light.
For it was finally the time of the moon.