Sweet Dreams

Hidden by darkness, I watch her fall asleep.
She hasn't got a clue how close I am.
If I wanted to I could touch her now,
But all she'd do is scream.

Scream until her lover came to her.
Scream until he told her lies.
Scream until she had no tears left to cry.
Scream until the sun would rise.

But I only want to wish her well
I only want to listen to her breathe.
I just want to tell her that I love her...
I just want to wish her sweet dreams.

A Lover's Declaration

Deeper than any ocean.
Wider than outer space.
Do you even understand
That every time you take my hand,
My heartbeat grows in pace,
My faith in you , with it?
Do you really know
That every time you go,
My heart is left in pieces?
Almost invisibly small pieces?
My head reels at the thought
That there could e'er be a day
When someone else could take you.
Take everything away.
Everything I have to live for;
Everything I need;
What crazy fool gave you the thought
That someday I'd up and leave?
My mind is ever spinning.
I'm losing all control.
Why do you have to question me?
Must you doubt this fragile soul?
I wish that you could see,
I wish that you could feel,
The tormenting pain inside
That I face with this ordeal.
You doubting sends me messages
More than you could know.
But to this I am still hoping
That someday you shall know,
That through the pain
And through the hurt,
And through the Devil's torture,
I'll always be here
Standing by you
To remind you that I love you.

Juliet

I've always wondered
What it would be like to be Juliet.
To be beautiful and loved.
But now that I am in a situation like hers,
I am not so sure that I want to be Juliet anymore.
The life of Juliet is a painful one.
One filled with hatred,
Betrayal, hurt,
And love.
And especially towards the end,
Death.
Now I wonder,
What would have happened
If Juliet had just comitted suicide right there in the beginning?
What if Juliet had just said,
"I don't want to deal with this"?
Where would poor Romeo be if she had said that?
Pondering these questions
I find myself answering the questions I had as a child.
Life would be empty,
There would always be that nagging wonder of what ifs;
I would be a lonely girl
With a mind full of questions that no one could answer.
I would be a girl whose own heart would be made of stone,
Unfeeling as the tumultuous ocean from which I came
And have been cursed to return to.
I would be the Juliet of Shakespeares'
Complete opposite.