A different Perspective ...

She drives away
She’s feeling worthless
Used again but nothing’s different
She stayed the night
But knows he doesn’t care
Home by three
Deafening quiet
The porch light’s off
Yes they forgot it
She’d cry herself to sleep
But she don’t dare
Then she wants someone to see her
She wants to hear she’s beautiful


She drives away
And she is lost in the way
In the corridor of darkness
Where light seems to be merely a futile glow.

She’s feeling worthless
But she knows that what she has kept inside her all this time.
The powers that could be life to a lifeless and
The North Star guiding one out of the miseries of life
This life of betrayal and self deceit

Used again but nothing’s different
Can never be any different
for what she waits for is not within this physicality
The touch of blessing is no-where to be seen.
The touch that can be the difference.
The only difference there can ever be.

She stayed the night
And wished upon a falling star which is soon going to fade away in the dark skies
Again living this useless hope of life and feeling of content
But she still is hanging by a wish.

But knows he doesn’t care
Maybe because he was never meant to be.
To be the one to be close to someone so extraordinary
A mind, a soul, an existence that one would lose anything to win
But he doesn’t care
Maybe because he doesn’t knows

Home by three
And with every passing moment
The walls just seem to be closing in on her.
The clock is still ticking,
But a few minutes would seem like a lifetime to her

Deafening quiet
No one to hear her cries,
As these cries were too low
The Silent Cries

The porch light’s off
Yes they forgot it
And the light within her seems to be fading with time,
And no one that can be a blush of light.

She’d cry herself to sleep
But she doesn’t weep anymore,
As she wants the fight to be inside of her,
For times to come to face this world of distrust again
But still she wants to cry her soul out of her body

But she don’t dare
Because now she is too strong, yet she is too week from within,
Breaking her into pieces with every hurt and pain

Then she wants someone to see her
But that someone was always searching for her,
Not because to be the one to see her cry.
But to be the one to wipe of the tears of yester years.

She wants to hear she’s beautiful
And she is beautiful, as the soul inside speaks for her
You can now see the scar of her soul
Which she has placed under her bleeding skin
But graze all the scars and healing all the wounds.
There is she is the most beautiful one

Is she beautiful? She wonders …
With or without the wounds and the scars
You are beautiful, and that’s who you are
No expectations and no thing to look forward to
Just a gracious concern
From someone who is just like you
And want to be with you …