"You've come back,

yet I no longer need you.

I've lost track

on how it feels to be true.

To everyone else, to myself, to you.

I don't think I could see any other color,

other than your eyes so blue.

"Yet why is it so hard to let go?

To feel anything other than the blow

of fresh air through me

everytime you say sorry.

I feel as if now I'm free,

I don't feel beat, I'm fine.

So why do I no longer ...

The rings of the bells

The hurdle of it all

It may cause your downfall.

If you ehar a certain ring,

Do not be scared to sing

Because if they call back, and you're free,

They might take you out of glee.

Do not fret,

Yet it is all a bet

Do not fret,

The bet is done, yet

All you can do to truly seal it all

Is to do everything excluding the life

And instead living in immense fright....

It truly is a beautiful form of art

The beauty that never leaves since the start.

The laughs, the joy, the love it brings

And it is all sealed with a deadly ring.

It truly is a hard form of art.

The struggle that always seems to stay in it's part.

Yet all it needs from you

Is the life of yours so blue

So that they take what's truly left of you.

Ice skating is wonderful, it is so gracious.

Yet th...

Yet is it better if their definition deems sultry?

The kind that burns and leaves you trying

The kind that makes you want to dream, but for a lost cause

Because what is poetry without those little flaws?

Yet if a poem seems to give the effect of dying

The effect that burns the soul thoroughly

The effect that crashes your heart severely

But with the passion it makes your sorrow

Turn into beauty of ...