Having a maze for a heart is never as easy as one on the back of kids menus
It’s a giant corn maze with no way out, just one way in.
I think that having ideas become lost in your heart never felt so wrong.
Having the worst things never find a way out just leads to never trying.
Now, trying whatever seemed so small, never felt so big,
big enough to materialize into a razor with a mind of its own,
leaving no skin untouched, no line unsevered.
See, Society leaves one in a million alone.
But alone will never be enough,
enough will only be shown with the perfect pair.
The one that only knows what NOT to do,
the one whose every kiss, every touch sends shivers down every
vertebrae, every nerve, every inch of skin.
Even the mention of their name,
a simple bunch of letters bunched together, send a thousand volts
coursing through your veins
jolting awake the parts of the brain with courage and responsibility,
giving you the courage to accept yourself, and the responsibility to maintain it
I’ve experienced that acceptance without selfishness,
is love without trust,
breath without air.
People have to find it within themselves that beneath so much dirt and debris resides a pure, clean heart.
I ask you to promise me that whenever you see someone
without expression on their face,
with sleeves longer than their arms,
paths of tears visible on the expressionless
don’t just ask them if they’re okay.
Ask them how they’re really doing,
become a crutch for the to put their grief on,
if only for a moment.
Because whenever I see that I could never be
more broken or saddened,
I see it in my own school, I see it with my own friends,
So, tell me that you will try not to become a person to block out the
love that surrounds you,
because blocking it out is not enough to love who you are.
And being yourself, and loving who you are
Is never just love
We all know that love isn’t just an emotion
that leaves the will of others to shape you into whatever they find suitable,
it’s paths marking connections into another’s heart
leaving you both in a state of mind that lends weight to the
loneliness when they all, at some point, leave.
You find that situation that feels NBC would make it into a headline,
plastered on billboards and peoples foreheads always being seen,
but never being noticed
And whoever notices it first,
be it a lonely wanderer,
or an established gentleman,
noticing is the spark that ignites opening doors,
and cracked windows.
allowing warm winds that thaw the frozen ideals that the stone hearts
of the world have preserved in a state of despair.
This pairing, warm winds and kind words has never been a bad idea.
Because ideas are never bad.
Badness, and evilness are just a matter of opinion,
but the problem is that people are opinionated
they have preconceived ideas that
size 9 is bad,
kind souls are whores,
Studying is nerdy
and hugs are signs of intimate relationships,
but those aren’t true
Well, hugs show that you care
handshakes to the ones with a grin from ear to ear,
kindness to the enemies
are all huge plaques reading
Being the amazing, confusing, wonderful one you are
Never knowing who number one is.
I see that the only thing that leaves that space vacant is yourself,
emptying it for a some soothslayer
playing the role of a friend
in the musical drama of life
they could grab DiCaprio’s Oscar for their acting
but all they do is learn your weaknesses
telling those with plans to destroy you, not with words
but subtle actions to indicate you
as one to ignore
No more shall this go on.
Everyone deserves their maze to be solved,
For judgement with words will cease,
and friends who love and protect you
are a worldwide asset
With warm winds on your back,
and hugs as warm as the friends that protect you,
their protection may not be enough
what we really need are force fields of their love.