I Was There

I was there through it all,

I saw you rise and I watched you fall.

I was there at your best,

When you were the center of the rest.

I thought how wonderful it is

For you to have a life like this.

But I watched it all pass,

Too quick and way too fast.

I watched you grow beyond your years

And slowly develop fear after fear.

I watched your dreams being seized

And others forced upon you despite the pleas.

I saw your world being thrown in an abyss

While every face you knew was dismissed.

I saw you care when no one else did,

And the scar in there, you so well hid.

I watched you achieve with no acknowledgement,

Like the things you acquired were of no significance.

I saw you watch them plan their lives

While you were on hold, put to the side.

I watched you keep your thoughts to yourself

Just so they won't bruise anyone else.

I saw you perfect this act of pretend

That everything was fine, no need to amend.

I watched you cry yourself to sleep

I felt you pain it was too deep.

I heard your blatant silent scream

And watched everyone refuse to hear.

I watched you live lifelessly

Breathing to survive tiresomely.

I saw you smile but I felt your ache

I watched you laugh, but saw your heart break.

I was there through it all

Beginning, end, rise and fall.

It's unfortunate that I have to say,

Hoping hopelessly for better days,

That this knowledge of your history

Frightens the feature out of me.

Little Things

I saw a picture of me and you

Holding hands at our old school.

For a moment it made me think

Of how it was and how it is

And how the world is sucking you in.

So I thought you might like to know

A few little things in case I go.

I really like the color green

And the changing colors of trees.

I like to paint my nails red

And I think best when lying in bed.

Winter is my favorite time of year;

Especially December when lights fill the streets.

The cloudy weather fixes my mood,

And I like the day that ends with a full moon.

I believe everything has a reason,

The good and the bad of every season.

I worry about the future of tomorrow

And I think a lot of yesterday's sorrow.

I like to watch the sun rise

But I like it best when it starts to hide.

I wonder if I miss a lot when I blink

Or why I have to be the one who thinks.

I like to spend some time alone

I feel it’s a duty to myself I owe.

I like to shop it’s a kind of therapy

I know it's hard to grasp that theory.

I like to cook but I love to bake

Pizza is what I want to learn to make.

I have conversations in my head

They get confused with what's been said.

I want to be rich to feed the hungry

And be powerful to end wars in countries.

I like to read but I love to paint

And if you ask me, Picasso is art's saint.

So these are just a few of the little things

That make a person one big thing.

I wish I knew these things too

Just to get a sense of what makes you.

I know for sure we're close at heart

But for some reason we're worlds apart.

And time in here is of essence

Since forever is never present.

So God forbid your day ends,

With a heart filled with bitterness and regret.