when you think about ityou shouldn't make risksand you shouldn't do what you wantand maybe you just shouldn't"live life to the fullest"but honestly,if you don't,who will?
I never realisedThe smirk you hadWhen you were with meI never realisedThat little dimpleOn your cheekI never realisedHow your eyes turned from blue to greyWhen you were sadI never realisedThat only happened when you were with me.I never realisedI caused you so muchPainI never realisedHow bad you've gotten.
Have you ever had an urgeTo do somethingYou know is badBut you do it anyways?It's like cutting your hairKissing a boyEating a cookieBreaking a toy.Or her falling for youAfter everyone told her not to.Of course the girl in love never listensNow she's in her room and her cheeks glisten.But at least she was happyFor the time you played herNow she's drinking away the pain"I love you" she slurs.
Dreaming of the dayWhen I could be meAnd you could be you.I'd love myselfAnd be happy too.My wrists would be clearAnd so would my mind.You would start eatingAs you used too,And maybe your under eyesWouldn't be so blue.But until that day comesWhen we're hand in handI'll be dreaming of a placeCalled Neverland.
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --And no one credits Noah --