someone will save you,

when you get to be too much.

someone will help you,

when you’re losing your touch.

and that little angel?

she’ll guard you for lifetimes.

keep your life away from crimes.

she’ll hold you close like a friend,

never letting your life end.

she can’t save you from your tears,

but she’ll guard your health.

she can’t save you from people,

but she’ll save you from yourself.

and the...

i don’t get hurt

and you don’t have to pretend

you like me anymore.

in a way, this is

exactly what we wanted.

our mutual happy ending....

When you fall in love, you can lose your mind.

Lose the garden and the thoughts of closure,

because flowers can grow, weeds too.

But they can die off rather soon.

And when you’re in love, they never thrive.

Releasing a feeling that’ll never survive.

Because how can you be happy, truly,

if you rely on a person to be?

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts the seeds,

you can grow flowers or you can gr...

Your fingers braiding my hair.

Your perfume lingering everywhere you go.

Your arms that cuddled me.

Your heart that loved me.

Every detail engraved in my brain.

If you could have known,

would you have wanted to?

I loved the sky, I loved your smile,

beautiful things that make me happy.

You loved me.

I loved you.

A best friend,

the day I was born.

Not all are lucky,

but I was for sure.

I loved you t...

**Poems Turned To Song Lyrics**

part & day one

-

The poem: “The Day” a.k.a. Z a i n ‘s first poem as her alias (my alias 😂)

The day I put on the mask

you understood.

That was why I loved you so much,

but the one day I took the mask off,

the sky was dark

and

a giant whole dug in the ground

where you would lay

and I would cry.

I would lose myself

in a hurricane of lies.

Replace th...

(song lyrics, I imagine a tune but can’t write an actual song, just lyrics.)

If maybe I was worth just a little bit more,

maybe you wouldn’t have walked away.

If my body was dead, I’d be worth 200,

watching NCIS like it’s making me money,

but I play violin and practice karate

and write poems and stories,

but somehow,

am I even enough?

If maybe I was,

If I hadn’t opened up,

you would’ve spared me....

T - “I guess what I’m saying is… you’re not helping me. You’re being useless, just standing there.”

A - “And… how do I change that when you won’t let me do anything?”

T - “Do _something_!”

A - “But _what_ do you expect me to do?”

T - “Anything! Because right now, I’m doing _everything_! **_EVERYTHING_** for this project. You’re doing **_NOTHING_**. Stop being worthless.”

A - “…okay, whatever ...

No matter what I thought before,

not even once have you been nice.

No matter how you walked through the door,

not shouting her name, but mine,

No matter how you smiled like my best friend,

not like how you have been.

No matter how.

Not a time,

No matter how you were.

Not a time you chose me first....

I think Cupid messed up.

He pulled an arrow,

shot it without thinking.

Now I’m outta luck.

Eyes that linger, snaking around,

hissing toxicity, for crying out loud-

Cupid, why did I have to be found?

Cupid, next time, hide me in the ground.

Poison leaks from their lips,

taunting me, with a monster’s kiss-

why on Earth, had it come to this?

Cupid, Cupid, if only you’d missed…

Struck by an arrow,...

What if I had something

to give my blood and sweat

and tears and life to?

What if I had something

I’d be willing to devote

more than just a thought to?

What if I had something

worth loving and hating,

worth crying out to?

But what if I didn’t?

What would I even do?

Maybe I’d sit there,

as I simply do.

Only there to judge you.

What if I had something?

Not “nothing” or “just anything.”

But _som...