My Love, You remind me of rainbows after storms, Of finishing a good book, Of the loud laughter in a quiet room.
You are the patter of rain, The taste of cake batter, The comfort in a sitcom.
They’ll never understand us, They’ll ridicule and judge us, Two girls in love, But i don’t care, Because in your arms, I found my home.
I am not a butterfly, I am a moth. I am ignored until I am needed I am only called when you’re sad, I am only there when you want me to be,
I am not a butterfly, I am a moth, I am not beautiful, I am not ugly, I am not special, I am not basic, I am not perfect, I am not extremely flawed.
I am not a butterfly, I am a moth, I am ignored, I am not the first choice, I am just A simple moth
Who am I? What do I like? What do I hate? What do I cry over?
Who do I love? Who do I hate? Who would I want? Who would I break?
Am I loved? Am I hated? Am I talked about? Am I debated?
If I wasn’t here, If I wasn’t born, Would anyone miss me, Anyone at all?
Who am I? What do I like? What do I hate? What do I cry over?
Home is the feeling, Of cookies, And tea, And warmth.
Home is the place, Where you belong, Where you feel safe, Where laughter echos about the room.
Home is the feeling, Of crystals, And moonlight, And black cats.
Home is the place, Where you can live without being judged, Where you can breathe, Where you can feel loved.
Home is the feeling, Of sunlight, And golden retrievers, And evergreen plants.
Sometimes home isn’t a place, Sometimes home is a person, Sometimes home is a feeling, Sometimes home is a thing.
As children, We lay awake, Frightened to death, Of the monsters, Living in our closet.
As tweens, We lay awake, Frightened to death, Of the amount of homework, We’ll have in the future.
As teens, We lay awake, Frightened to death, Of the people, Hiding in school.
As 18s, We lay awake, Frightened to death, Of what is to come, In the future. We think back to the time, When our biggest fear, Was the monsters in our closets. We think back, To when the worst idea, Was homework. We think back to the time, When we couldn’t fathom, The idea life got worse. Now our closet door shut tightly, Might the monsters come again.
A boy, Who wanted to be someone, Wanted to be noticed. His parents were always away, Leaving him with no one, Leaving him alone, Parents, Haven’t you realised, If you leave a child alone, They will find someone else.
A girl, Who wanted to be loved, Wanted to be held, Her parents were always there, Always trying to talk, Parents, Haven’t you realised, If you refuse to leave your child alone, They will find someone else.
A room, Who sees it all, All the arguments, All the make ups, All the masks. A room, Who watches, As this boy, And this girl, Find each other, A relationship that can end only, In disaster.
Parents, Haven’t you realised, Children are very fragile. And if you don’t love them, They will find someone else.
There’s a saying, If you were in a room, With everyone you’ve ever known, Would anyone pick you? Would anyone look specially for you? Would anyone want to find you? Want to stand by your side, And say I pick her?
When I can’t sleep, And the ceiling is the only thing I can see, I think about that, And I wonder would anyone pick me? And I don’t think they would. I go through all the candidates, And I always find someone else for them.
Then I met Her. And everything changed. She looked for me at school, And texted me if I wasn’t there. She helped me when I needed it, And hugged me when I was down.
Then when I couldn’t sleep, And the ceiling was the only thing I could see, And I thought about it, I thought she would pick me.
She left, And told me I wasn’t enough.
And now when I can’t sleep, And the ceiling is the only thing I can see, I wonder, Who’s left to trust?
We start in Winter, With her dark locks, And smiling face that’s warm and soothing, Even when it’s snowing, Even when it’s too hard to go on, Then she leaves. Then she melts as quickly as she came. And it’s sudden, You don’t notice until it’s right in your face.
Then Spring comes along, With the flowers in her hair, And the laughter that sound like freedom, Even when it’s raining, Even when the world feels like it may stop. Then she leaves too. Then she escapes in the middle of the night, And you’re left with the smell of flowers and the feel of sun, You wonder how you messed up this time.
Suddenly Summer’s there to pick up the pieces, With her blonde hair, And the beams that feel like you’re the only person on Earth, Even when it’s too hot, Even when you wonder how she does it, Then she too leaves, Then she merges into September, And you don’t even realise until it’s too late, You’re left with the feeling you missed out.
Then Autumn comes along, With her auburn plait, And the eyes that focus only on you, Even when it starts to get cold, Even when everything’s changing, Then she abandons you for the fourth time, Then she starts to drift away, And you watch this time, You don’t know what you could’ve done differently.
And every time, You wonder, Was there something you could’ve done differently? Was there something you could say? Something you could do? Or are you destined to watch everything you love leave? Are you fated to watch everything change, While you stand on the sidelines. Asking Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, To please stay. To give you another day.
But then you look back, And you realise that they never left, Not really. They’re still there inside you, And they always would be. You realise that now you’re soothing like Winter, And you laugh as easily as Spring. You bring sunshine like Summer, And you focus on people like Autumn. And you realise that no one ever truly leaves, And neither will you.
I want to sing but my voice cracks, I want to dance but I have two left feet. I want to read but I can’t sit still, I want to sleep but my brain won’t be quiet.
I want to write but I don’t know where to start, I want to cook but I can’t use the oven, I want to run but I run out of breath immediately, I want to sleep but my brain won’t be quiet.
I want to be alone but I don’t want to be lonely, I want friends but I don’t want to go out, I want to find love but I’m scared, I want to sleep but my brain won’t be quiet.
If I run and fall, will I be able to get up again? If I take a leap of faith, will I be able to handle the failure? I want to be brave but I can’t. I want to sleep but my brain won’t be quiet.
The stars were what she liked most about the sky, Then they started to fall, They started to burn, And stop trying to be the best, the brightest.
“She’ll probably get another A,” Their whispers used to be what kept me going, The fuel to my academic success, But now I’ve stopped trying to be the best, the brightest.
My grades start to drop, My As become Ds My teachers ask what’s wrong, But I don’t answer, What’s the point if you aren’t the best, the brightest.
But when it’s night, And everyone’s asleep, And the nights clear, Everything slips away, And I no longer have to be the best, the brightest.
The stars were what she liked most about the sky, Then, they started to fall, The stars stopped bring comfort, And they just reminded me I would never be the best, the brightest again.
